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I’ve been hacked, and apparently I’m now in the payday loan business.

My wife reminds me of a tradition I’d rather forget.

Words that sound like what they mean.

You don’t need a license to park.

Sex blogs, like rock bands, burn bright and flame out. I miss the ones that are gone.

An unremarkable woman on the train. Except.

A woman I’ve never met rejected me, and my body knew it before my mind did.

Over 500 posts deep, here’s a map for the newcomer — starting, naturally, with my cock.

I’ve been snooping around in my analytics again, learning what I can about you.

Twenty minutes, three feet, and not a single glance.