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A pretty woman, upon learning of my blog, asks me to write about her….

I’m not old, but I’m definitely getting older.

Sometimes the simplest combinations are the most devastating.

Eye contact is one of the hottest things on offer this holiday season.

What my anger feels like, what it does.

Flesh can be magical.

A haiku for her, on her back, hands cuffed to the bed.

You know where to find me.

Stephanie and I talked. I learned things. She learned things. And I’m happily inhabiting the world of hungry want.

James Deen’s initial response to Stoya’s rape accusation wasn’t perfect, but it was a good start. Or at least, it might have been….