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Salad night with Mara, a chair across the room, and a story she told me with her hands on her knees.

She’s right, you know. Our egos are fragile, and the ways we use women to shore them up range from pathetic to criminal.

Ukelele! Ukelele! Ukelele!

At nineteen, I was stroking my cock with one hand and reaching for my calculator with the other.

The dirtiest story I’ve ever written, and I didn’t even have to write it.

An apology that isn’t really an apology.

A woman spreading her legs, clothed, is about the hottest thing I can imagine — and I found a new way to procrastinate.

THGITW weighs in on cheating, judgment, and the dangerous false equivalence between infidelity and violence.

Saturday Night Live, when it was great — Chevy Chase, Garrett Morris, and the death of Generalissimo Francisco Franco.

I’m judging people who judge people, and I see the irony — but I’m not backing down.