So there we were, three grown men in a hot room, sitting, sweating, breathing deeply, and saying nothing to one another, on a Friday night. I had entered first and took my place, followed by a dark-brown skinned man with a cross hanging from his neck, and finally the third, white skinned and naked, cupping his cock and balls. Continue reading “Sauna on a Friday Night”
…wherever you are.
Dreamlover by Mariah Carey is my favourite song of all time.
I hope you took the ~4 minutes to watch and enjoy the music video above, in all its 90s R&B, synchronised dancing in a field glory. Continue reading “Dreamlover, Line by Line”
It’s a wound that I don’t want to have heal, and, yet, it is healing. The death of a friend, a good friend, a best friend, at such a young age, is something that I never thought I’d forget to remember. Continue reading “A Quick Word on the Anniversary of Nash’s Death”