Sex and Sickness Part 3
I clicked through her photos again. And there we were — our eyes closed, shrouded by the sun, kissing each other.
I clicked through her photos again. And there we were — our eyes closed, shrouded by the sun, kissing each other.
For the most part, I have made an effort to keep politics off of this blog. I realize there are people who read my writing that voted for Trump, just as there are people who voted for Hillary Clinton. Hell, there’s probably even someone reading this who voted for pornstar, Mary Carey during California’s 2003 …
*Disclaimer* If you are reading this post there is a 95% chance the negative parts are not directed at you. The people that I call out will probably never read this. And if they let do, I hope we can chat about it. People come and go, but for me, since becoming bedridden, people have …
I had visitors this past weekend. It was the first time in months that someone from out-of-town has visited me, and despite what some of my other posts may suggest, it was certainly the most active I’ve been while being bedridden. And as far as activities for bed bound patients go, this was my favorite. …
Let’s take a break from all the sick stuff and talk about something very near and dear to my heart: drunken birthday debauchery. My twenty-first birthday was, like most, an eventful and messy affair. It started rather benign — having a beer at a local brewery in Petaluma, where my family surprised me. Then a …