Sinister Needs

I will make a habit of things. No, more than habit: ritual. I will ensure every response to me is emphatic, yet prescribed, the motion of deeply internalized praxis.  Continue reading “Sinister Needs”


BoobDay: Counting the Sleeps

This week has been a countdown since Saturday, measured night by night until I see him again. He’s new, I’ve held back from mentioning him here, but Reader, my heart is excited.  Continue reading “BoobDay: Counting the Sleeps”