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My cock gets hard, and I know I’m alive. There are other ways to remember, but none quite so convincing.

I have things to say. I just can’t figure out how to say them.

A few days late, but Sofia more than makes up for it.

My cock knew I was getting sick before the rest of me did.

Sometimes that’s all there is to say.

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.