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I want my desire for you to feel like a warm hand resting on the small of your back — persistent, unmistakable, but never heavy.

She showed me everything, promised me more, and then vanished — not even a goodbye, just the silent void of a disappeared Tinder thread.

A man at the bottom of a stairway, looking up. I saw myself in him.

I’m hungry. Show me your body — but do it right.

An unfinished, scattered meditation on sex trafficking — what I know, what I don’t, and the joyless workplaces that aren’t limited to the sex industry.

My presumption is that you’re a slut who’s going to do exactly as I say.

The Hollaback video was more complicated than I expected, and it left me with rules I wish I didn’t need to articulate.

I’m cynical about politics, but net neutrality brings out the idealist in me. Also, there are porn stars.

A short thin skirt over black tights. Clara Oswald gets it right.