Sometimes to move on you have to actually move. Move through space. Move across the earth. Move physically elsewhere. 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
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