Death - My Dissolute Life

Death and infinity

Infinity as a protest against death.

Writing reminds me I’m alive. And, that I’m dying.

I look better than I ever have. And no one (relatively speaking) wants to suck my cock!

Aha! Or, duh!

Remembering my mother.

I love working out with hot women. And I long to keep the evidence I have done so. But I won’t.

I never used to cry, but now, I dry at the drop of the hat. Here’s what’s made me cry the last couple of days.

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

My surprising strategy to fend off fears of death – mine or others – is to feel my cock grow hard.

I’ve been suffering in recent months from a little reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be,[…]