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A few years ago, I met someone with the same name as the one with which I was born. Not the one, actually, the ones: our parents had given us the same first and last names. Neither of those names…

You young’uns don’t remember them, but before there was the interwebs, there were personal ads. In every town, an alternative newspaper – of the sort that exist vestigially today, as “The Stranger,” “City Paper,” “The Village Voice,” and so on…

Know that I’m thinking about your pussy. Know that I can see your thighs, your panties, whenever I close my eyes. Fuck that, even when they’re open. That I keep imagining I smell you, the sweaty, sweet, musky scent of…

Topics on which I’m trying to write: Sofia – always, Sofia My recent threesome with Rose and Isabel A legitimate massage from Tamora Some thoughts on strip clubs and massage parlors Google mapping sexual memories Compartmentalization, repression, and self-actualization Alice’s…

When my cock hasn’t been hard, but it starts to stir….

Recently, a Tinder woman used me as masturbation fodder. There’s nothing wrong with this, of course, except that she disappeared shortly after she came, she lied about her intentions, and was gone without saying bye. When she left, we had…

I have no idea if I have herpes. I’ve never had an outbreak. But I assume I’ve been exposed. You should assume the same, I imagine….

My questions mostly regard what appears to be your very successful pastime as a serial lover of many other hot, sexual women. I haven’t read all of your essays yet, but I’m struck by how smart and emotionally/intellectually sophisticated so…