Life of Manuel

Category: Note

  • Whiteout

    It’s a whiteout. You’re going straight ahead, but everything looks the same. You can’t see danger. You go straight into it. Sometimes, you get through unscathed. Other times, you’re a tangled mess in the snow. That’s what skiing in a whiteout feels like. It’s also life. Nothing stands out until it’s too late. Sometimes you…

  • Monkey Pox Started from…

    People fucking monkeys? Well that’s a load of bullshit. Isn’t it? It’s ridiculous how quickly misinformation can influence one person. Then that one person tells fifty people. Then those fifty people believe and trust that one person. But how do they know that first person’s source of information is real? Or that person is telling…

  • I like s*x

    I want to have sex everyday. My wife seems to have lost her mojo. She never wants it anymore. I find myself anxiously awaiting her to fall asleep just so I can rub one out. I start out with soft gentle strokes. Then all of a sudden I’m really smashing it out. I’m so on…

  • Days You Dream Of

    It was a bluebird day. Spring season at Remarkables. And remarkably I didn’t have a hangover. I’m reflecting on a perfect day. I went skiing with my two children, nine and eleven. It’s one of those things I always dreamed of. I knew I wanted to have a family from when I was a teenager.…

  • Busted Butt

    I woke up with a desperate need to take a shit. This isn’t unusual but we were staying in a small house with the toilet in close proximity to my wife and children who were fast asleep. I knew that any foul move would wake the house. Me being me, I put everyone before myself.…

  • Find Your Fun

    I rode 85kmh down the hill on my snowboard today. Fuck yeah. Never forget to do that which gives you joy. My friend once told me during a depressive state in my life “do something fun everyday”. You know what? He is not wrong. I love snowboarding. I was a professional amateur under eighteen snowboarder…

  • The Hacker

    As a thirteen year old horny, adventurous boy, logging onto MSN Messenger used to be a daily after school ritual. I’d send flirtatious emojis made up of symbols and characters back and forth for hours. I also learnt how to hack. I’d befriend randoms to add to my network. Then I’d send them encrypted images…

  • Should You Smell Your Own Farts?

    I’m not sure why you would even question this? I like to cup my hand over my anus, fart, close my fist holding the open space and bring it up for a good whiff. I use ‘like’ here quite strongly. I mean, I do it. But do I like it? I can’t stop myself from…

  • Getting It Up

    I’m not that guy. I always get it up. I haven’t jerked off in two days, which is unusual for me. My wife is rarely in the mood—once in a blue moon, if I’m lucky. And tonight, I couldn’t get it up. What’s happening? Is it because I haven’t used it in a while? We…

  • Cheating is Wrong

    You’re at a party, casually chatting with someone. They lean in to brush your hair out of your eyes, and as they walk off into the party they glide their touchy-feely hand all over your ass. They’re hot. You’re married. What do you do? This is exactly what happened to me. You know what I…