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Sometimes there are no words, only tears.

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

A granular deconstruction of the ritual of visiting massage parlors — from the craving, to the wave of inevitability, to the Blackberry full of taxonomies.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

Instructions for an evening.

Someone asked me what I know about cock worship, and I had a lot to say.

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

A rant about the state of baseball, followed by strip club conversations with friends at the Yankee game.

Snap judgments, Birkenstocks, and ostrich burgers: a date that was over before it started.

When I wanted something, I had to have it — not out of weakness, but out of confusion.