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PornHub wants to save the planet, and I’m happy to do my part.

A satisfied customer speaks.

I ended things with someone today, which shows how I don’t use women. Then I posted about it here, which shows how maybe I do.

A reader asks a pointed question, and I try to give it the answer it deserves.

If you can’t spell all the letters in the word “you,” we won’t hit it off.

Emily’s young, she’s hot, and she’s convinced she’s bad at fucking. I’m not worried.

Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for a stranger reading smut on a crowded train is to look away.

Someone didn’t appreciate my photos.

A woman on the subway, gone before I could finish writing about her.

I’ve had a few bad dates. But then again, too few to mention.