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.
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.
