It's the last week of summer.* I'm feeling remarkably lazy. So here. Here's a photo of my dick, in lieu of an actual entry. ...

I’m not really a candy person. That is, I’m not going to turn up my nose at it. I don’t have a lingering neurotic fear of wrapped candy as t...

He’d arrived late to that party I’d attended , earlier in the summer. The room had been as pitch black as the host could make it, noontime i...

Do you like gloryholes? he asks me on a sex site. No, I shoot back. I fucking LOVE gloryholes. Then you should try my home gloryhole s...

There’s a long and twisting flight of stairs to take to Rock Star’s wing in the house where he lives. As softly as I try to tread, my rubber...

One of the more annoying things I do in a social situation—though to my slight credit, I usually wait until people know me slightly, so they...

I’m in a hotel that’s only five minutes from my house. It’s the first place I stayed after I discovered I was moving here from the midwest; ...