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Free association reveals a one-track mind.

Instructions for bedtime.

A recipe for a solitary evening, for the literate and the horny.

I propose a new definition for an old word.

A tiny frisson of validation.

A Russian spam-bride finds her way to my inbox. Her grammar isn’t great, but she does look hot.

I answer some questions no one asked, and apologize for it.

I guess I scared her off.

Slow, where’d you go?

I want to know what you want to read.