If I Want To Write.

If I want to write, it’s going to hurt. Maybe I have to say good bye to comfort, distractions, day dreams of soft talk, hugs, kisses, and naked embraces.

My wife tells me she loves me, even though she never spreads her legs or sucks my cock. But there’s love , for whatever that kind of love is worth.

I know. I’m a man. And human this time through the cosmos.

Sunday, Waiting….. For So Much

I haven’t had sex since…. God knows when.

Sometimes just looking at a face is almost as good as cumming. Can you say that? I mean, unless there’s a big show and you have to clean up afterwards, even if it’s just a wet rag across your junk, does it count?

There are women like Brandi and Rosie that I see in the rooms who are beautiful. They could wear bags over their faces and they would still be beautiful.

And I would still fall in love.

So I Have Gone Mad.

They took monumental statuary away because certain people opined that they were racist.

It is censorship. After 100 plus years, when the Civil Rights Movement reshaped the entire South, all with the presence of the Confederate Statuary. , the monuments have been removed. I am angry. Have been ever since .

What The Heck?

I awoke a second time today, wondering where the heck I was and why I had so little to show for my life.

Then I looked at what I did accomplish and acknowledged my paucity of results was a direct reflection of my fundamental conflict with the values of the culture and decided it wasn’t so bad after all.