August 2016 - My Dissolute Life

Weiner and me

I feel bad for Anthony Weiner.

I care about words.

Writing without a net.

Why do some people think they’re so much better than others?

What might a second date look like?

Sit in a public space and meditate on the sensations in your pussy for fifteen minutes.

Eyes closed.

And then, tell me about it.

An examination of all of the sensations associated with rejected or abandoned. Or imagining I have been.

You know how it feels to say “no.” But do you know how it feels to say “yes”?

A monthly roundup of hot stuff from all over.

I’m an attention whore. I really like attention. Also, things, ideas, suggestions, stuff.