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A writer, a recovering addict, a TED talker — and my inexplicable, overwhelming physical reaction to her.

Curating the art of the breast shot, one theme at a time.

A woman on the subway, described.

Pre-teen girls taught me a new word at dinner. I like it. I’m thirsty.

How many of us are more than one person online, and why isn’t anyone studying this?

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for — family, material fortune, and, maybe most of all, the fact that I’ve mostly stopped being at war with myself.

Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished.

The title pretty much says it.

Two encounters with impossible beauty, and nothing to do but be haunted.

I didn’t run from E’s ambivalence, and she rewarded me handsomely. Now she wants the blog — but that comes at a price.