Author Archives: Max T Kramer
Wherein I visit a strip club on a Wednesday
Lounges, Cabarets, Gentleman’s Clubs, Titty Bars. Whatever you want to call them, I am familiar with strip clubs. This is not to say that I’m a pervy weirdo who enjoys spending his money ogling under-dressed young women who have made dubious … Continue reading
What is Love? (baby don’t hurt me)
When I was young, I was dumb as a box of cocks. I often confused love with irresistible lust. I thought love was wanting someone so badly that it caused physical pain. I thought love was seeing the world burst with … Continue reading
U-S-A? More like U-S-Gay!
It’s easy to be an American. All you need to do is be rich, and loud, and willfully ignorant of basic math and science. It’s also easy to be embarrassed to be an American. Because we’re rich, and loud, and … Continue reading
A mad Max reviews Mad Max
Mistress Kay and I recently saw the newest installment in the Mad Max film franchise, Mad Max: Fury Road. Being the socially conscious feminist crusader that she is, Mistress had a lot to say about the movie, most of it … Continue reading
On Dreams
I don’t have nightmares. It is my understanding that nightmares are unpleasant, and since it is good sense to avoid things that are unpleasant, it naturally follows that I would therefore choose to avoid nightmares. Mistress, on the other hand, has terrible … Continue reading
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