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There are no right answers, but god, it’s fun to learn yours.

Google doesn’t think my name — either of my names — is real.

Thinking someone could just explain away my compulsive sexual behavior was the first of many things I got wrong. The list of things I got wrong is long.

A catalog of springtime distractions, from the waist down.

A partial inventory of spring’s visual pleasures.

A catalog of what catches my eye, neck up.

The thoughts I’m having right now are *not* suitable for polite company.

I have a couple of superpowers. One, apparently, is empathy.

Ten more instructions for you.