Writing

The anatomy of craving a cigarette — mental, bodily, and the tricks my brain plays to get me to succumb.

V noticed I’ve gone quiet. She’s right. The signs are all there — less writing, less meditating, more porn, worse diet, and worst of all, I’ve been sneaking cigarettes.

Five days left on vacation, no charger, spotty internet, and I don’t really mind.

A tour through my greatest hits — heavy on pussy-licking, as it turns out.

A sex-blogger kerfuffle, in which I insert myself where I may not be welcome.

A brief meditation on spelling and ejaculation.

Slowing down here so I can write elsewhere. The blog will still be here. So will I.

A retraction, a clarification, and an invitation.

A manual, of sorts, inspired by Hyacinth, on keeping secrets, not being a dick, and defining success downward.

I used to hide behind your desires. Now I know what I want.