Meme

I didn’t give the Rockette what she expected — I smiled, I asked questions, I insisted on consent — and then I left her bruised, sore, and a little scared of me.

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A brief meeting, a direct question, and an unsurprising disappointment.

A woman at a conference, chewing gum, selling to dentists’ offices, in linen pants that hug her slightly big but unquestionably delicious ass.

The question isn’t whether the orgasms are real, but whether the sounds are performed — and whether that distinction even matters.

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Hy and I swap blog recommendations again — this month, I’m drawn to the cold, almost sociopathic detachment of a john in Amsterdam, and to the sharp voices of sex workers writing about their own lives.

A half-baked, possibly quarter-baked, idea about crowdsourcing accountability for rapists.

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She asked me, mid-blowjob, what I like so much about having my cock sucked. It’s a harder question than you might think.