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It has, indeed, been too long.

She flirts with me shamelessly, tells me her relationship can’t admit what mine does, and leaves me with nothing but “Damn.”

There are no right answers, but god, it’s fun to learn yours.

Google doesn’t think my name — either of my names — is real.

A catalog of springtime distractions, from the waist down.

A partial inventory of spring’s visual pleasures.

A catalog of what catches my eye, neck up.

The thoughts I’m having right now are *not* suitable for polite company.

I have a couple of superpowers. One, apparently, is empathy.

A blog crush, a challenge, and the promise of more.