Territory
The Interior
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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.
Hungry ghosts, powerlessness, and the delta sky club
Read morePaying for sex, and the Delta lounge.
What you want
Read moreI don’t want you to want to please me. If you do, I will be disappointed. And, likely, disappointing.
Seeking inspiration
Read moreMost of what I want can be boiled down to the feelings associated with transient states, to impermanent, short-lived sensation.
Blocked
Read moreI’m finding it challenging to write. My internal censor has been very active lately.
Reply to a disgruntled reader
Read moreA reader doesn’t like my writing, doesn’t like me. But keeps coming back. I respond.
Breathing, fighting, coming
Read moreHope comes for me. It’s delicious.
On deadness, and sirens
Read moreThere’s something dead inside of me. Also, sirens.
Dear hope
Read moreHope is delicious, but I’m afraid I may have failed to give her enough of what she needed to keep her giving me what I need.
Losing hope
Read moreI like being a part of someone’s rapturous joy. I simply will not participate in manifest suffering, if I possibly can avoid it.
Fucking hope (part 2)
Read moreThe hotel didn’t, initially, want to let me up. Thank God they eventually did, so I could fill Hope’s mouth, and her cunt, with my cock.
Fucking hope (part 1)
Read moreOne day, someone will explain to me the logic behind the current epidemic of security theatre around the country. In this episode, my (ridiculous) pseudonym is questioned, and I’m unable to prove that my fake name is MY fake name.
Words from hope
Read moreIn which Hope, anticipating my cock in her mouth, writes some words for me, in my journal.
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.
Hope springs eternal
Read moreHope texts me she’s wet. Two hours later, she’s on her knees in a hotel room, chopsticks still in her hair, my cock between the same glossy lips she’d photographed for me that morning.
Hope sucked my cock
Read moreA new beginning, with Hope.
Hope
Read moreHope, and confidence.
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.
