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I’ve said it before: mouths matter.

I watch a man improbably pick up a woman on the train, and am consumed by envy and rage.

The shortest post I’ve written, and maybe the most honest.

A thirteen-year-old boy, a Hungarian village girl, and everything I’ve ever failed to do with women, written in dust.

Beauty, as rendered by a pencil.

I want what I want, and I’m simply uninterested in not getting it.

Sometimes, someone just repels me.

A beautiful, shiny woman in a bar….

I believe we are better than our so-called president would have you believe.

I had a great date, and then, I found myself confronting how much I fucking hate rejection and abandoment. Even as it’s not clear that either is happening.