“I wanna put my dick inside of you,” my spouse said to me. We were in bed, and he was very horny. “Why do you wanna do that?” I asked. “To see if it still fits?” “Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to put it in all the way, and see if it still fits. And
Month: July 2022
I’ve been reading a lot of ads on Lex, the queer app for dating, friends, and events. Maybe I’m overdoing it and they’re getting in my head too much. The terse, flirty cleverness is tiresome. I’d rather be real. For me, real means direct and vulnerable. But for most people, dating isn’t about real. It’s
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better than me
I thought you and your girlfriend were so much better than me. You seemed super-competent, great at being social, and got so much done. You both seemed like real grownups. Yes, you and your girlfriend were a power couple. Both so vibrant and good at life. At the time, I felt like a fuckup. It
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what you lost
The manipulative email you sent me, after three years of silence, has been bothering me. I’m thinking about what you lost when you chose to treat me like shit until I finally successfully broke up with you. I can’t believe you harmed me so harshly, yet you’re still knocking on my door. It was so
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foot massage
I have admired you for so long, since I first met you ten years ago. How competent, energetic, and brilliant you are, with values of peace and community. I thought about you off and on all day, knowing I’d see you in the evening. I had a fantasy about giving you a foot massage. Seemed
Hello, what kind of writing do you value? I like to share truth here that’s too personal for publishing with my real name. It’s an artful side project I give as much heart as I can spare. I like when I have a ton of writing energy and update here every other day. Sometimes survival
I asked my spouse to take some masturbation pics of me. He took three. I like this blurry one best–strange and arty. I’m happy to share it with you. Mistakes can be my favorite. Praise Mother God in the form of error. He had just fucked me, and he came inside of me. Yum. I
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loving a man
Loving a man feels a bit treacherous. Either I don’t care, or I care too much. Feels impossible to find a sweet spot. I have a friend–I can’t recall how we met. Oh, it was a radical support meeting, years ago. He dumpster dove flowers for us. I thought he might be a lady, when