Why do women say they won’t, when they will? Why do women say they don’t, when they do? So many unnecessary games, lies, and manipulations, how can anyone possibly find their way through this maze of intrigue? I may know of someone who can assist in unraveling the true mystery of female flirtation… he’s an old friend of mine… he has a unique perspective on the world… he is in love with a stubborn rose… he has tamed a clever fox… he is The Little Prince. (more…)

                My bed was a veritable torture device.  My room was a hellish prison.  A chilling sweat coated my grey skin and an aching chasm replaced my intestines.  I tossed and turned violently for hours… haunted by her presence half a world away.  I can’t recall exactly how or when I stumbled across the “Koop Island Blues” video above, but I know her hypnotic influence was traumatizing; never had a witnessed such horrifying beauty, never had I seen a woman like Mia Jacob. (more…)

People like me shouldn’t have happy endings.  Once every few weeks I sit down at my computer, think about the sluts I’ve seduced, and write something horrible.  I’m hardly delusional about the negative karma I’m amassing. 

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    Bluntly wounding a hoe is difficult and so, for a long time, I avoided it all costs.  Instead of cleanly exorcising a female annoyance from my life, I’d institute a painfully gradual pull out process.  Ultimately, I reasoned, she’d come to realize her feelings were several orders of magnitude more involved than my own and remove herself from the situation.  However, this was rarely the case; usually, much to my chagrin, she would pathetically loiter about my presence while clinging to the hope that I might one day “change”.  My juvenile inability to confront an emotionally invested woman resulted in a fleet of nagging quasi girlfriends - each fully equipped with their own set of dismal maintenance requirements.  (more…)

Bleed for me lover. This is not a night for prudence; it is a night for indulgence.  Don’t speak to me of your embarrassment and don’t tell me you’re ashamed.  No, it isn’t gross either, I think it’s wonderful.  Mother Nature bestowed you with this treasure, and the menstrual river flowing from between your legs is evidence of the magical power you possess.  Come my angel, I want to feel the blood leave your body… I can’t fathom a more suitable time of the month for us to make love. (more…)