Paean
Brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. (I love ponytails – they seem an invitation to imagine hair-pulling. Of the[…]
Read moreI have a lot of Gmail accounts. I’m not, honestly, sure how many. In general, I have two personae on[…]
Read moreHappy Thanksgiving, Americans, and anyone who likes, you know, to be thankful. I like to, and today, I am. For[…]
Read moreHer ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished. Most crudely, I collected her willingness, her compliance, her orgasms, even if only for[…]
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Read moreTwice today I found myself in the company of raw, debilitating (for me) beauty. In each case, the woman with[…]
Read moreI wrote about how I should run from E, whose ambivalence, I felt sure, spelled ruination for me (and for[…]
Read more1. Cross your legs. That’s not very ladylike. Your cunt is shameful. Your sex is shameful. You are inherently shameful.[…]
Read moreWe sat around a table – six or eight professionals, all upper-middle-class white people, all working in the same professional[…]
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