Validation

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

In which I use ChatGPT to help me think about my strip club fantasy with Serena.

Soon, I will be with Hope. I can’t fucking wait.

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.

Kavanaugh’s response to the accusation against him reveals his unfitness to serve. And, his fundamental unfitness to call himself an honorable man.

A reader recently suggested I consider therapy. This is a ridiculous suggestion. Not because I don’t “need therapy” – I do. But because I am, in fact, one of the world’s largest consumers of therapy. Here’s a graph, showing Americans’…

A list of things I crave.

I find myself with some minutes to spare – a window between obligation A and obligation B. I have lots of work I could, should do, of course. But none of it is so pressing that it must be done now. I’m…

“You really are difficult,” Sofia wrote to me. She’s right, of course. We were talking about how I respond to the sensation of being desired.

I’m drawn to strong women who grant me submission, not to women whose submission I can take from them.