last night was rough. i don’t like being here alone. i had every light on—the hall lights, the bedroom lights, even the outside flood lights. it didn’t help much. this place is just too big to be alone in. every creak echoes. every shadow feels suspicious. every open...

I had the loveliest evening last night with a dear friend of mine who practices tantric body work. He’s got such a warm, grounded soul—and he’s truly a penis whisperer. I invited him out to the farm, made him dinner, and we had some great conversation under the stars....

cook is gone now. holy shit. the house is empty. the entire estate is empty. i’ve never felt this alone in my life—not since madam saved me from that foster home. like, really think about that. i don’t think i’ve spent a single night truly alone since then. there’s...