Mon essai d'un poème d'amour français
Eighteen - a time when almost anything seemed possible.
good memories develop in a darkroom
another one that got away
15 lines on poetry and reproductive strategy.
A response to one of those ads
First time fuck and clean-up
Memories of a misspent youth
A semi-sordid stripper story
No buckets but here is my wish list
The emptyness of anonoymus encounters.
Faithful to an unfaithful woman
The loneliness of being single in a queen sized bed.
Pissing on Male Privilege.
Good times and then cmae covid
In praise of a firm ripe peach
description of dedicated cunnilingus
my take on a Cole Porter classic -
Late sixtries, early seventies memories
On children's books and commuting.
Long in words but short in perfomance
Breaking up's not hard to do
An homage to a man I don't admire
Sensory play, more sensual when centered but can't figure it
Middle aged married erotica
thinking about depression
