“Alfie!” I wish she wouldn’t keep calling me that, I thought. I’m not eight anymore. I got off the couch and looked down the balcony. “What?” “I’m going out with Sheila this morning, can you take your father to his appointment? Thank

“Alfie!” I wish she wouldn’t keep calling me that, I thought. I’m not eight anymore. I got off the couch and looked down the balcony. “What?” “I’m going out with Sheila this morning, can you take your father to his appointment? Thank

“Alfie!” I wish she wouldn’t keep calling me that, I thought. I’m not eight

The Way Some Of Us Are Built Just Begs Society To Beat Up On Us—Or At Least, Makes Us Feel Like It Could Happen. If You’ve Ever Had To Do Any Public Speaking, You Might Have An Idea What I Mean: It’s Hard To Be So Visible Without Fear. Now.

The Tank In My Bag Was A Lot Heavier Than I Expected, For Something That Was Supposed To Make Things So Light. I’d Been Saving Up For A While And Today, The Day It Finally Wouldn’t Put Me In The Red, I’d Gone Downtown And Plunked Down The Cash

I Looked Over My Character Sheet, Feeling A Little Lost. Andrew Had Invited Me To Join A Tabletop Campaign He Was Starting. The Big Husky Was So Excited About Showing Off His New Homebrew Game, He’d Insisted I Come, Even Though I Had No Experience.

Every Day I Ride The Bus Home From Work And Think What A Lucky Tiger I Am. It’s Not That I Have The Best Of Jobs Or The Fullest Bank Account Or Anything Like That—My Luck Is Squarely In The Field Of Love. I Mean, I Know It Wasn’t Really Luck.

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The Worst Kind Of Days Are Snowy Days Where You Don’t Get To Stay Home Jerking Off. Today Was One Of Those Days. The Class Was Probability And Decision Making, And The Odds Were Against Cancelling The Class Being Worth Doing So. My Students Have

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Well, Even Though The New Tumblr Guidelines Allow Erotic Writing, Folks Are Leaving Anyway, And It’s Likely I Will Too — Especially Since I’ll Likely Still Be Unsearchable Even In The New Order. (I Will Certainly Be Reappropriating The ‘Musk.ws’

So. You’ve Been Telling Me About These Fears You’re Having. I Think It’s About Time We Confront Them For Good. Shall We? It’s An Understandable Fear, To Be Sure: Being Farmed, Being Preyed On—It’s A Primal Thing. That Fear Kept Our Ancestors

There’s A Spot Alongside The Creek That Goes By The Library. It’s Off The Walking Path So There’s Not A Lot Of People Passing Through, And I’m In The Habit Of Going Down To Watch The Water When The Everyday Stresses Of The Office Get To Be Too

Your Pig Was Always Immobile, Even While It Was Still Strong Enough To Stand On Its Own Two Feet—You Just Helped It Look The Part. You Remember When It First Reached Out To You, Begging To Be Fed. “I Love My Belly. Love Being Big And Round And Soft.

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