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I’m angry.

Tell me all about your last orgasm. In your spoken voice. Recorded, as a voice memo. In public.

Not to take anything away from this blog, or its readers, but I haven’t really missed you. (Winking smiley face.)

I feel bad for Anthony Weiner.

I care about words.

Writing without a net.

What might a second date look like?

Sit in a public space and meditate on the sensations in your pussy for fifteen minutes.

Eyes closed.

And then, tell me about it.

A monthly roundup of hot stuff from all over.

I’m an attention whore. I really like attention. Also, things, ideas, suggestions, stuff.