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A portrait of a woman on the subway.

Hy and I are back with two more dissolute picks, and I have some thoughts about Cande’s posts on sex tourism and paying for sex.

Two of Rose’s orgasms — one quiet, one not so quiet. Both delicious.

A reader points me to an interesting project: women talking about, and demonstrating, how they get off — educational, not pornographic, though the line is, as always, blurry.

That’s all.

I want.

I hate the word “consent,” even as I wholeheartedly endorse the concept behind it.

Is it just me, or is everyone suddenly carrying their dogs in bags?

A man I met in 1991 — homeless, hustling, gay, disowned — is still alive, still homeless, twenty-two years later. He awes me.