My first sexual fantasy came to me in a dream. A dream that I had every night for weeks, and then sporadically for months on end. And it was –perhaps unsurprisingly– quite fucked-up.
I don’t know exactly where my child-brain got the raw material for the dream.… Read the rest “Memories”
We just finished watching the series finale of Halt and Catch Fire, which spent its first few seasons in the ‘80s, so I suppose I have a thought or three.
The clothes were embarrassing. The music was mostly shitty. The movies were mediocre.
Foreseeing the future and living in it are two different things.
I dreamed about a lot of stuff as a kid. Back in the early ‘80s, when I sold my beloved BMX bike to buy my first computer, I dreamed of a day when everyone would have such devices in their homes.… Read the rest “”
In general? Seldom, and less all the time. As an adult, I’ve found that I’m only jealous when I’m not being honest about what I want from someone, and honesty is one of those rare things in life that is 100% within my sphere of control.… Read the rest “Are you jealous?”
Replaced the light bulbs in the bathroom.
It’s now bright enough for me to notice that my beard is rapidly developing a big gray patch on my chin.
Fuck you, illumination.
Drove by a girl and her dad in the middle of the street tonight. She was kneeling over her dog in the twilight, and her desperate, anguished cries nearly cracked the pavement.
