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Google doesn’t think my name — either of my names — is real.

A catalog of springtime distractions, from the waist down.

A partial inventory of spring’s visual pleasures.

A catalog of what catches my eye, neck up.

The thoughts I’m having right now are *not* suitable for polite company.

I have a couple of superpowers. One, apparently, is empathy.

A blog crush, a challenge, and the promise of more.

The good people at n+1 want to know about your relationship with porn.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.

I want your eyes on mine.