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Tinder kicked me off, and I’m left with more women than I can handle and less appetite than I’d have predicted.

It’s not what you think. It’s the damned cappuccino.

The subway provides, even when I’m not looking.

Polyamory goes mainstream — or at least, mainstream enough for a kids’ show.

Sofia generously offers up her body, and I share it with you. Suggestions welcome.

Nine more days of summer, and I’m running on fumes. I’ll be scarce — or not. You never know with me.

Last week, her ass. This week, the rest. And god, do I want to use that mouth.

It’s just not how I roll.

I don’t disappear on people. I say good-bye. I wish more people extended me the same courtesy.

Rose comes for you. Twice.