Adrien Field

He’s not going to cum if you’re just licking his dick daintily as if it were a candy cane on Christmas.

I have a theory that all the good-looking English were sent to live in Australia.

My philosophy has always been to spend like you could die tomorrow.

No amount of time in an ashram or getting stoned with a sadhu will automatically impart spiritual awareness.

When I look at a baby I never think, “Oh how adorable,” more like, “Please don’t be seated anywhere near me on the plane.”

To other basics, he would have appeared attractive. As a personal trainer, his body was his stock and trade. He had shoulders the span of a small couch and pecs that would have required the support of a bra were they not already as hard as cinderblocks. He had a handsome face with the benefit of youth, unlined and attractive in a Hollister store model way.

My yoga has become part of my identity. I take my practice with my everywhere and the lessons it’s taught me have reshaped my life perspective. It has given me a sense of peace and calm, a feeling that I myself am sufficient.

You don’t go to India looking for spirituality, you go to India because you are already spiritual.

It’s a testing ground to prove yourself and your strength. The pains are plentiful, but the payoffs are equally many.

Otherwise insignificant interactions become the highlight of your day.

While a drunk friend might leave you at the club, a stoned friend will probably fall asleep on your couch after an hours-long conversation about how influential Clarissa Explains It All was to your childhood.

There was something primal and frightening in the look of men’s eyes. I wouldn’t have wanted to be alone dressed this way.