Territory
The Interior
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I owned marina’s cunt for 48 hours (part 1)
Read moreAn inauspicious start to my owning Marina’s cunt for 48 hours.
Abandonment, #5,244 (another version)
Read moreSame song, different day, AGAIN.
Abandonment #5,423
Read moreSame song, different day.
Quarantine buddy
Read moreMy “quarantine buddy.”
Meditation on more – a challenge in writing
Read moreIt is a safe bet that if you are exciting me, turning me on, making my cock hard, you are not alone.
Manic defenses
Read moreDoes the word “mania” mean what you think it does? Here’s what it means to me.
My fragile male ego
Read moreSomething about “you can’t always get what you want.”
Hunger
Read moreWon’t you help me be hungry?
Corrosive, inspiring
Read moreLike any technology, porn can be used for good or for ill.
Thinking about my upbringing
Read moreA brief explanation of some of my sensitivity to rejection and abandonment.
Seeking inspiration
Read moreMost of what I want can be boiled down to the feelings associated with transient states, to impermanent, short-lived sensation.
Reply to a disgruntled reader
Read moreA reader doesn’t like my writing, doesn’t like me. But keeps coming back. I respond.
On deadness, and sirens
Read moreThere’s something dead inside of me. Also, sirens.
Jealousy
Read moreTen seats away, a woman I’d once made out with was surrounded by men — and jealousy surged through me with an intensity wildly disproportionate to reality. Turns out, she wasn’t even the right woman.
Q. do you want me to ____?
Read moreI’m really very easy to please.
Flight to safety
Read moreCome with me on a flight to safety. It will make your cunt ache, and my cock, too.
Booty call at the bar?
Read moreA beautiful stranger and I share a connection at the bar, but she leaves with someone else. I’m envious, sort of, and I’m projecting, and I know it.
Happiness, loneliness (not hot)
Read moreThe best news I’ve gotten in years, and I can barely hold myself together long enough to walk through a subway turnstile.
Lakshmi, or, abandonment
Read moreA model swiped me on Tinder, gave me everything I asked for from afar, and then, when we finally met, gave me almost nothing. I was surprised by how much the ghosting stung.
Anger and sadness
Read moreI feel anger. Which means I’m avoiding my sadness and my fear.
