glory box

there was a time i masturbated daily, often more than once a day, cuz that was the comfortable place my sexuality lived... and today i realized after a wonderful bit of self-loving that days go by lately and even more surprising is how long it's been since i shared the experience with someone else... portishead singing glory box as i woke from a quick deep nap probably flashed some memory cells... i wonder if libido is dying...

bullsugar! :}

and it was going so well

the babbling bullsugar, that is... not that the writing paused all that much as there are daily nightly words popping out all over the web (and some even from me, wouldn'tcha know) and the internet connection (att sucks) is pretty bad recently, but there's a certain mood that brings out the bullsugar and that has been semi-sleepy of late... though mostly, it's other stuff...

which only goes to show...