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Life is good. More anon.

In case you missed it: stop rape.

Two women at my gym who make working out genuinely dangerous.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.

Every shade of brown, from boot to lip.

I can’t not see you.

The agony of anticipation.

I’m not the only one at the public library with sex on my mind.

Sometimes I say things entirely wrong, and my readers are kind enough to tell me so.

I saw her on the subway. I couldn’t not photograph her.