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A bird in the bush

When I was in 7th or 8th grade, we had an art assignment: each of us was to render in[…]

If I’m honest, “rough sex” confuses me. I’m capable of rough-ish sex. I can spank, slap, throw around, etc. But[…]

I was twelve. My cousin was fourteen. We didn’t see each other that often – maybe a few times a[…]

Among the things adults need to talk to kids about is, for better or worse, how to interact with police.[…]

Today featured three micro-rejections. Nothing big. Well, that’s not quite true: once upon a time, all three would have qualified[…]

I don’t write about politics often, because I figure it’s not my politics that brings you here, and it’s not[…]

“You really are difficult,” Sofia wrote to me. She’s right, of course. We were talking about how I respond to[…]

I’ve had more massages than most humans. This is probably true both of “massages” and of massages. The other day,[…]

This is a topic that’s particularly vexing for me. My parents totally bungled it, doing far worse than saying nothing,[…]

I use Google Drive. A LOT. And I’ve been enormously frustrated by its refusal to provide any useful tagging/labeling mechanism.[…]