Listening to A Different Age by Current Joys; melancholy par excellence

Why go to sleep listening to strangers talk when you have your own thoughts

We (you & I) chat. We vibe. Exchange pic. You come over. I lower my face into your pussy. Maybe read you some poetry. (Probably from Eliot’s Four Quartets)

Yesterday, I watched the film Perfect Days again

Crying, laughing, sex: the body’s three great technologies

People who cling to plot don’t know to look at every scene as if it’s a painting

A woman I’m utterly attracted to, who I only see at one of the 12-step meetings, who I don’t really know, randomly stated last time I saw her (while walking together in a little parking lot) that she thought of me earlier in the week

(Far off, rose quartz is forming in the Earth’s crust)

Shame begins w feeling vulnerable & threatened

There can be no intimacy when we will not declare ourselves

The day after Christmas, vaping my brains out in front of a laundromat; I just watched a man spit on the sidewalk at exactly the same time it began to rain

I found a tangle of hair in my bed this morning; I held it up to the quiet light coming through the window

Every woman sings a different song when she orgasms, but also the same song

Went for a walk down Westheimer last night w a fam member; only the vape shops were open

Going clean/sober is like shoving your inner child down a flight of stairs

Humility is to suddenly discover the opulence of self-pity

Every woman kisses differently; how much tongue to deploy; how much force to exert; where to place the hands, if anywhere

Hmu. Chat. Come over.

Most of the people you meet in recovery are deep & resilient; they just never knew what to do w all that pain

The women of reddit possess an idiosyncratic intelligence

At work, in my secret vape-spot, I watch the wasps move across their hexagonal cells, climbing over each other; sometimes, one flies away from the group & disappears

Anyway, message me—we’ll keep it low-stakes & fun & hopefully give each other what we both desire