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(If we were chatting on Tinder, you can find me all the other ways available on my “contact me” tab.)

I have lots of images running through my head, each hotter than the last. Here are three of them.

Why I’m wearing a tie, why she painted her toes.

There’s something dead inside of me. Also, sirens.

So this happened.

This is just a list of things I might, one day, write about.

The perils of scheduling posts.

My mind mystifies me. On the one hand, I crave certainty. On the other, I crave risk.

Some friends and I discuss sex work….

They’re for real.