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A cold ruins a perfectly good evening with S and the Dude.

A first date, a hand on a thigh, and a kiss on the street that promised more.

L sent me an elf-pajama crotch shot. Merry Christmas.

A last-minute gift idea that caught my eye.

Some sex toys are easier to hide than others.

It was quite a year.

As a kid, I snooped everywhere. Now that my son’s reaching snooping age, I’m thinking about what he’ll find.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.

We privilege jealousy over all other painful emotions, and we don’t even notice we’re doing it.

I don’t believe in palm reading, but a beautiful woman told me things she couldn’t possibly have known.