Writing

Two sexy women, two great dates, and two write-ups that made the sex sound less hot than it was. I’m better at desire than satisfaction — on the page, at least.

The addiction has shifted: where sex once consumed me, now it’s writing that I can’t stop doing.

A to-do list masquerading as a blog post.

A premature publication.

Thirty minutes, no internet, and too many options. This is not a humble brag — it’s a genuine crisis.

If you can’t spell all the letters in the word “you,” we won’t hit it off.

Life is good. Busy. Complicated. Challenging. Interesting. But good.

A woman on Tinder appreciates my… specificity.

I’ve been writing a lot lately — just not here.