I can feel myself failing, and I don’t really like it. I call this my life work, and it makes me want to kill myself because, what the fuck, this is it? Although I guess even with this I already … Read more →
Winding up a victim of my blog is an occupational hazard of sluttering.
I think it must be some sort of male ego thing, because, just so we’re clear, this isn’t one of those tell all blogs where I write up every dude that I fuck. I’m a little too paranoid for that, … Read more →
So, often times, I post on here talking about the self reflective nature of this blog. How it effects me in my daily life. How my friends and lovers react to it. How it gets received by my Internet audience … Read more →
It’s one of those days. Staring at the screen and hoping that for some reason the words start writing themselves, winding into sentences saying something interesting that other people might want to read about. Hoping that they string together in … Read more →
Look in. Look in deep. Sometimes I’m saying the same thing over and over and over again. I just use different words some of the time. What am I afraid to say? What should I be saying instead of the … Read more →