I have a particular recurring dream. I am in a threesome with a paranormally beautiful woman and a copy of myself with whom I go to great lengths and pains of pleasure to create a multitude of singular sensations for all. So deep into our craft and lost in its delights are me and myself, […]

True love is a staring contest to the death on the back of a giant sea turtle playing an uneventful game of musical chairs with forever two chairs to Townes Van Zandt’s Waiting Around to Die until someone does. Luckily, True Love is only a fairy tale…

I don’t fully understand this picture, either, and I’m the one who cobbled it together. As someone with a libertarian philosophy of government, I’m often found raining on other people’s publicly-funded parades: sports arenas, the arts, environmental programs, saving that old lady down the street from herself and all those cats, parades (literally). You’re welcome. […]

I should like to make slow, sober, focused love to all the stronger passions of humanity, tearing through the timid, the tired, the teased and torn, adding sugar to better taste even the bitter bore.