delayed

I’m not entirely sure what to call this one. The one that stays. That one that gets real with me, manages me, takes care of me. The one that creates a huge, safe playground for me to … well, fuck, for me to just to be me, really. I’ve had a lot of things, but I’ve […]

he & i

Last night I notice that my 14-year-old son has posted a new profile picture on Facebook, where he claims to be a 20-year-old simply to gain access to what he terms an outmoded world. The photo is from the last day of summer, on which we summited a 14,000 foot peak, climbing up the backside and endangering our […]

the carpenter

“How did I do?” he texts. He’s big on feedback. Likely because he knows he’s good. “You fuck like a bull,” she teases him. “LOL. Yeah, I have a lot of different ways of fucking,” he responds, and she doesn’t think much about it. Until the next time, when he shows her some of the […]