So first of all, a message to my audience:

Suck a bag of dicks.


I humbly appeal to your humanity and ask that you comment just to let me know who you are, and not only are there no comments, there are clearly more viewers of these posts.
This means that people read the request and gleefully ignored it.
I suppose that the viewer tally on my blogger page might be a glitch on the site, and no one is reading this, and I'm railing against the ether.


Anyway . . . I plan to update every day.

Starting today.

I was going to skip it, as I feel tired. And not the "I-had-a-good-day-and-am-worn-out" tired. Just the lethargic, unproductive, drunken tired I usually experience.

But here I am.

Also difficult: there is but one subject on my mind. More or less constantly. Every day.
And she might be one of the silent followers of this journal.

So I sit here sipping wine by candlelight, watching Louis C.K. stand-up with half-lidded eyes, waiting for my deviant porn to load so I can go into my bedroom and masturbate,

I do appreciate how enticing my skin appears in the flickering glow of the candle. I wish someone were here to share the ambiance with me.
I have never made love in total darkness. I actually prefer it rather bright. But the amber radiance of candlelight is undeniably romantic.