We have kind of made our schedule for our relationship.

On Sunday, Monday, Friday, and Saturday, Aisha, Serena and I have a threesome. On Tuesday and Thursday, Aisha and Serena perform scenes from Sappho. Wednesday, Serena generally sleeps alone, and pretends she does not know we are having anal sex.

Why am I left out Tuesday and Thursday? Serena needs two nights a week, because...
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Hello, Dutch people.

Congratulations on the Women's Euro Championship!

Some interesting things happened in history on this date.

Neil Armstrong was born.

In 1945, the first atomic bomb was loaded on the Enola Gay on a B 29 Super Fortress. This is why it is Japan's lucky day.

It seems counterintuitive, but follow me. There were other options to using atomic weapons. First, invasion. The Emperor himself hoped to win a battle, or...
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I do not like it when Aisha whips me, but I do understand it. She does not do it out of malice, or have done something wrong. She does it for sexual pleasure, so I do not hold it against her. It is not really personal.

Except when it is. I know this because, after all these years, I can read her. I know when...
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Hey! Hey! Hey! We are the USA!

2017 GOLD CUP WINNERS!

FIFA does not recognize this tournament, though the new FIFA president was there. It is engineered for the US to face Mexico in the final, but Mexico did not come through. I have no doubt that the US B+ would beat Mexico's B side, however. Gallant effort by the Jamaicans, putting the game...
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strongbhoy:
Deadspin can downplay the competition all they want, but it is 1/2 of getting to the confederations cup again.

It has been a while since I have blogged. Even when I have nothing to blog, I still do.

Independence Day was nice. We all had some pretty fireworks, from basic explosives to the great mortars that send like 75 shots in the air, with a nice retort, and pretty endings. Think mini versions of the real thing. Even though many of us were drunk...
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The first semester of my third year in college, I was dragged, kicking and screaming, to the University of Nottingham, Oxbridge on the Trent. It was Nottingham Forest that drove me to drink, and I never had the courtesy to thank them.

Part of the orientation was a political science professor telling up about the British government. After the obligatory fifteen minutes of insults ("Do...
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