Category Archives: Sex

Not My Type

“Not my type” Are the words that keep coming to mind The problem being the implication That I have a “type” That the conundrum of who I like and who I don’t Could be quantified and measured with words like … Continue reading

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Take Off Your Parentheses And Let It All Hang Out

Punctuation is like clothing. Formal prose is like a job interview: you wear the best clothes you’ve got. Everything must be in its proper place; no stray cuff-links, no buttons unbuttoned–everything arranged in just the right way, so that nobody┬áhas … Continue reading

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This Is What Passes For A Sex Dream These Days?

As I walk’d through the wilderness of my bedroom, I lighted on a certain place where was a Bed, and I laid me down in that place to sleep; and as I slept, I dreamed a Dream. I dreamed that … Continue reading

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Tasteful Rape

Game of Thrones spoilers and uncomfortable topics lie beyond. You have been warned. Before we get to the heavy stuff, go hug something soft, like a chicken. If you get through this, there will be more hugs later. But first,┬áthe … Continue reading

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Sometimes A Guitar Is Just A Guitar. But Usually…

You bastards. You sneaky, guitar-playing bastards. Everyone with an ounce of observation knows that guitars are chick magnets. If you can pick out a Jack Johnson song with any kind of competence, you’ll spend half your time playing your guitar … Continue reading

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