fantasy
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses
I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
Sports, nothing but sports without a state of mind and no sex with women at this time because the manly friendship, too, is falling apart...
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
...but what's the connection between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
Permission denied. Your request cannot be granted. Not even once. Denied. Let us override companions. Let us not skimp on our sacrificial efforts.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
There's a wolf waiting for me at the end of the highway. Pay up carnivorous age. Doesn't mean I took a wrong turn.
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
