Category Archives: musings

The “After” Phase

There it was at the end of the sentence, right as she was about to hang up — “sweetie.” Like I hadn’t almost said it to her before, but I guess I have the wits to stop myself and she … Continue reading

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Living in the DMZ

Today I reserved a lovely one-bedroom suite at a lodge in Colorado, with a gas fireplace, two-person Jacuzzi, and a mountain view, the latest piece of the typical puzzle of how my girlfriend and I ever get to see one … Continue reading

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Intention and the Desire to Write

You say you “want to write,” but what is your intention? At your age, you’ll need to consider and weigh every move against how long it will take to get there, with how much effort, who will be there at … Continue reading

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Social Mediation of Sexual Knowledge or, What are Ben Wa Balls?

I saw my first hairy vagina while walking alongside Chamblee-Dunwoody road with a friend when I was 10. Someone had evidently either liked, or disliked, a particular page in a smut rag and had thrown it out the window, or … Continue reading

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Naming It

There always comes that awkward moment in every budding romance when you have to give each others’ genitals a name. Not pet names, but names that allow you to communicate certain desires. The problem here is that not everyone uses … Continue reading

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Gift Challenged, or Why I Always Blow Birthdays

I received a perfect gift once — a dried beetle in a jar. R had found it on her windowsill where it had died, and it had dried out perfectly.  Even its antennae were preserved intact, and I was overjoyed. She brought … Continue reading

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Cultural Clutter and Art

Celebrity and the Fascinati M. reads People magazine, and freely admits it. I read it when she’s asleep, and won’t admit it to anyone. (And yeah, “reading” is overstating it). That magazine is the only reason that I have a … Continue reading

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