Welcome to the Brain Dump
Let’s call this what it is: a space for mental gymnastics, overthinking, and the occasional dignified rant. I’ve never found writing particularly easy—or enjoyable, to be honest. As a kid, it felt like punishment. As an adult, it still kind of does. But here I am, doing it anyway, in public no less.
Why? Because something shifted. Maybe it was retirement, grief, Thailand, or just finally running out of excuses. Whatever the cause, I’ve decided to embrace the mess, the meaning, and the mildly uncomfortable act of sharing thoughts online.
This isn’t a blog with answers or life hacks. It’s more of a trail of breadcrumbs through my brain. Sometimes there’s clarity. Sometimes there’s chaos. Occasionally, there’s insight—or at least a decent metaphor.
Thanks for stopping by. No shoes required.
Let’s call this what it is: a space for mental gymnastics, overthinking, and the occasional dignified rant. I’ve never found writing particularly easy—or enjoyable, to be honest. As a kid, it felt like punishment. As an adult, it still kind of does. But here I am, doing it anyway, in public no less.
Why? Because something shifted. Maybe it was retirement, grief, Thailand, or just finally running out of excuses. Whatever the cause, I’ve decided to embrace the mess, the meaning, and the mildly uncomfortable act of sharing thoughts online.
This isn’t a blog with answers or life hacks. It’s more of a trail of breadcrumbs through my brain. Sometimes there’s clarity. Sometimes there’s chaos. Occasionally, there’s insight—or at least a decent metaphor.
Thanks for stopping by. No shoes required.
Fresh From The Page
The newest pieces asking to be written. These may or may not fit neatly into a category — but they’ve come through anyway.
Some of What I Learned After One-Month In Cambodia
Development in Paradise and Our Collective Moral Values – Koh Rong Sanloem and Sihanoukville, Cambodia
Making The Choice… We Are Born Into Love, We Are Conditioned To Fear – Koh Rong Sanloem, Cambodia
Developing Countries (Cambodia), Everything is a Dream – The Island of Koh Rong Samloem
Jungle to Genocide – Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Stripped of Identity… “Who am I?” – Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Early Traces: Where The Voice Began
Where it all started—raw thoughts, journal-style entries, spiritual inquiry, and early reflections.
Intimate-Compassionate Conversation and Shadow
Vulnerability in “Sexing”
The Dance of Dominance/Submission and The “Switch”
Sacred Sexuality…Above and Beyond Intention…Surrender
Touch, Trust & Tenderness
Essays that dig into the terrain of intimacy, erotic honesty, vulnerability, and the shadows we carry.
