paraphilia

My lack of writing in here tells two sorts of tales.  One is that RPMs (revelations-per-moment) are lower.  Suppose you could say I’m idle.  The other is that I have regular contact with people whom I share caring and am able to talk to.  I frown at the former but the latter makes me largely [...]

I am selfish. I recall trying vainly to convince Somerleigh of this in a restaurant booth.  Eventually she came to the belief that “selfish” as a term meant something utterly foreign to me as compared to the natural world.  My pet delusion, so to speak. Mine, bitches.  See?  Selfish. I’m trying to think of how [...]