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Slow, where’d you go?

I’m not submissive, but lately I’ve been curious. A Twitter spat with a right-wing operative got me thinking — and writing — things I’ll never post.

Sex-blogger reindeer games, and a few memes I’m inventing.

Intense Debate is intensely aggravating, and I’m thinking of ditching it — even if it means losing every comment to date.

She’s sitting four feet from me, and we’ve never spoken a word.

My holy grail, and the several obstacles to its achievement.

Craigslist ads, dubious correspondents, and the question of what turns me on about a story that may well be entirely fictional.

A woman in a shop window stops me cold.

She wants me to write about her. But I write about what I think and what I do — and she’s not quite either.

When all you can do is feel, everything I do becomes a surprise.