Fuck Off, January!
I hate January. It is the worst month of the year. Unlike December, there are no Holidays to look forward to, and unlike February there is no hope of of…
Musings and Tropical Fictions
I hate January. It is the worst month of the year. Unlike December, there are no Holidays to look forward to, and unlike February there is no hope of of…
Yes, there is a part of me that craves the allurement of sensuality, especially the allurement of unbridled sexual pleasures. At times I want to push the boundaries of what…