Got my hands dirty in the soil today, repotting my new Nepenthes. Nothing like the feeling of rich earth under my nails and the sun warming my back. My cock got annoyingly hard every time I bent over the potting bench—guess even my own ass is a tease. Got me thinking about pressing someone face-first against that same bench, lifting their skirt, and taking them from behind while the scent of damp soil and greenery fills the air. A different kind of pollination. Anyway, my tomatoes are thriving. My inbox is not. Be more interesting than heirloom vegetables, I dare you.