I love travel. Mostly because for so long you’re no where. You’re no one. You’re trapped inbetween time. It’s like not existing. Read More
The physician’s assistant spreads me open with those vagina-spreader things, and she pokes around my pussy like Laura Croft Tomb Raider, and by-golly there’s no tampon in sight. Read More
We are, as the philosophers put it, defined by our will to do better. We are perpetually striving. Read More
Sometimes to move on you have to actually move. Move through space. Move across the earth. Move physically elsewhere. Read More