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I didn’t know she was famous until I saw her picture in the newspaper.

Not looking at beauty made me think about it far more than looking at it ever did.

A little homework assignment for my date.

L’s husband is having second thoughts, and I’m at sixes and sevens.

Recovery got me sober, but sobriety wasn’t quite the point.

E-Lust linked to my story “21.” Welcome, E-Lust readers.

A sex party in a Bushwick loft, with velvet pouches, topless acrobats, and a crowd that works in public radio.

A testament to just how straight I am.

I hadn’t seen the movie, but I placed an ad James Spader might have written — in the “Erotic Services” section of CraigsList.

My problem was never sex. It was the elaborate edifice of deceit I constructed around it.