Mortality

We elected him. He is delivering. I’m not especially interested in the pearl-clutching around his latest offense. It. Will. Get. Worse. We voted for it. He will deliver.

I’m scared

A catalog of loathsome humans, some thoughts on political violence, and the things that scare me most right now.

Reflections on the personal and psychological dimensions of oral sex and the sense of exploration and power it brings.

Fourteen years since climbing out of the wreckage, and I’ve never felt more alive—despite the limp, the pain, the aging. Death is a constant companion, sure, but so is desire, vitality, absurd good fortune, and the bittersweet weight of knowing I’m right at the peak.

I grapple with pervasive sadness about aging, beauty, and desire.

I promise not to overwhelm you with slop. I will, though, try to use AI to help me write better, more creatively, with better reference to what I’ve written previously. If I can figure this shit out…. it should be more better.

After years of D/s relationships, my presumptuous and demanding habits are causing missteps as I start dating older, more experienced women.

For years, my dating life was defined by dominance and submission. Now, I’m experimenting with dating women who aren’t arriving with that expectation—this has not been my world, really, ever. I’ve already had a couple of missteps. With these grown-ass women? I’ve been presumptuous, demanding, and narcissistic.

Dreams, dreams, dreams…. They tell a lot about me. But nothing I (you?) don’t already know.