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Confronted with exactly thirty minutes, disconnected from the internet, but with my phone, how to occupy my time Read: I’m carrying around two articles I’ve been meaning to read. A book I’m reading half-heartedly. The complete New York Times on…

But could be.

I saw this chart in “Wired” magazine. Can it really be that, on the continuum  between “cowboy” and “missionary,” in terms of “religiousness,” polyamory is the midway point?

You don’t think I’m a “Dom”? I don’t give a fuck. Because chances are, you don’t make my dick hard, and I don’t make your pussy wet. So what’s the point?

The details don’t matter. This is not a complaint about anyone. It’s an observation about myself. Recently, I had drinks with someone, a woman I’d never met before, but had gotten to know just a tiny bit. It wasn’t a…

When I was in high school, I was drawn to chicks with drama like a moth to a flame. This morning, I smelled the perfume of one of those girls. It’s crazy how olfactory memories work. There are those who…

She’s young. Younger than I usually am drawn to. We met on Tinder, and she promised me much. She delivered a tantalizing tease, and then vanished. She resurfaced, days later, in a hospital bed. She’d fallen, hard. Broken bones. Laid…

(H/t to you-know-who)

She lives far away, and couldn’t join my fantasy. But she wanted me to be able to imagine her joining in. “I want to see you in a black dress, and black boyshorts.” I said this to her a few…

“I can’t believe we’re getting eight inches tomorrow,” I overheard one man say to another. “That’s what she said,” I thought.