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Sometimes a reader introduces herself with more than just a comment.

The best sex bloggers, all in one place.

Nothing kills an appetite quite like a naked lower torso at the buffet.

What you read here and when I wrote it may have little to do with each other.

Three boys on their way home from Catholic school, one of them oblivious to how “Father X really likes me” sounds in the 21st century.

Tomorrow, the holidays end, and I return to the familiar rhythm of my life. I can’t. Fucking. Wait.

Not writing about not wanting to write about not wanting to write.

A brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.

Sometimes a single word says everything that needs to be said.

My grammar, you’ll have noticed, is perfect. My experience with a recent editor, not so much.