Reflections on a Summer Fling
I was afraid. That’s what good kisses do; they put a little bit of fear inside of you.
I was afraid. That’s what good kisses do; they put a little bit of fear inside of you.
There was the wild night in Paraty dancing behind the Gecko Chill Bar, which ended with me running five miles barefoot along the river and collapsing on the front steps of a cathedral on the edge of town.
I do have a number of deep meanings behind the tattoo, but when I tell you what it is, you’ll just laugh.
I fear that my conception of God may be too small.
I fear more for those who think theirs is sufficient.
Because what I have found to be one of the absolute worst effects of porn is that it numbs me to reality. To the good and the bad. It files down the sharpened points of agony when suffering comes into my life, but it also curtails the heights of joy when there is reason to rejoice.



