My mother

A brief explanation of some of my sensitivity to rejection and abandonment.

My “quarantine buddy.”

Same song, different day.

Same song, different day, AGAIN.

My mother abandoned me….

Maybe Marina isn’t so brutal and sadistic after all…. Maybe I am the brutal, sadistic one.

I’m a big fan of clear, respectful communication.

What is it that draws me to women who make me feel bad, who fail to keep me in mind in the ways for which I long?

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

My core masturbatory fantasy has shifted. It’s much less bodily, much more mental; much less sensory, much m