Warning: this post will be blunt, if not graphic. It’s in the nature of the subject matter… some things just have to be said directly, avoiding aphorisms and other distractions. I’ve been meaning to sit down for quite some time to ramble out the various thoughts and conclusions regarding male sexuality that have been swirling [...]
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Angst, Time and Gothic Music
Boy, that title could be rewritten so many different ways, with so many different combinations of words… suffering, youth, pain, torment, adolescent, new wave, headphones. The other night I did something unusual. A ritual from distant, deep memory — I turned out the lights, put on some headphones and listened to an album straight through. [...]
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