I got a tick bite in my dick hole two weeks ago. Five days later I got a fever that wouldn’t go away for days. They now say I have Rocky Mountain spotted fever. The doxycycline makes me vomit every time I think about food.

I’m so ready for some zen sex.

Deserve? No. That's silly. Accept? Yes.

I prefer the "oh well, it was bound to happen to somebody" approach to life.

Anything can be a sex thing if you're not a coward.

A tenet of Taoism is that nothing is constant and everything changes. We can have peace and be clear-minded by moving with, around, even redirecting the changes, rather than directly resisting them.

I'm not a taoist, but I think that's pretty damn wise.

I am going to reframe my bedbug problem as a sexy deep gothic vampire-like thing