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Sometimes the most distracting thing in a meeting isn’t the agenda.

Two U2 songs got me through a bad day. I’m not sure why, but I’m not asking questions.

Real life is in the way. But my cock doesn’t care.

A sister blogger returns, and you should pay attention.

Another questionnaire — this time, about how you’d like me to go down on you.

I don’t usually do these, and now I remember why.

Frisky Friday is going on hiatus. I learned something about hubris, laziness, and the limits of a tiny community.

I’m less interested now in how many people come than in the ones who stay for an hour and read everything — and never say a word.

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

I could use a little help — with both inspiration and orgasms.