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An Australian general shows how it’s done, and our guys… don’t.

She disappeared slowly, then all at once. I miss her.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.

My suspicions about a trainer at my gym are confirmed.

A woman in a peach sun dress.

I came to meditation through Elizabeth Gilbert and the Hare Krishnas, which should tell you something about me.

A short expression of gratitude for a particular dress, and a polite request.

Four haiku for a redhead on a train.

A love song to a woman on the subway.

A sex-blogger kerfuffle, in which I insert myself where I may not be welcome.