Confidence

Serena is late, and disappoints me just a bit. Turns out, I manage it fine.

Polina and I take one step toward one another.

I am a dominant male sex blogger. I am polite, respectful, and demanding. Get to know me.

The volatile narcissism of self-esteem: how quickly I can swing from buoyant to bereft, and back again, all on the evidence of women’s desire.

If you think me arrogant, there’s no meaningful objection I can offer. But I’m RIGHT, and they’re WRONG — which may well be true, but is rarely wise to say aloud.

There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and I’m not always on the right side of it.

My confidence is a surprisingly reliable barometer of my mental health — and my proximity to old, dark habits.

At nineteen, I was stroking my cock with one hand and reaching for my calculator with the other.