Thursday, February 15, 2024
His Coy Mistress
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1979 Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our l...
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Monday, January 22, 2024
A Man Called Mother
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Summer 1978 By dusk, he’s perched upon his chosen picnic table top, boots planted on the bench. The seat of his jeans scrapes across splint...
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Saturday, December 2, 2023
Portrait of the Artist
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September 1979 In the orthodontist’s mirror, for the first time in two and a half years I see a mouthful of straight teeth unencumbered by ...
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Tuesday, October 3, 2023
Dear Sir
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18, 5’6”, 160#, bottom. The profile text is splayed across a photo of a bubble butt hugged by skimpy black cotton. Fetishes: Hung cocks, h...
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Thursday, August 31, 2023
A Pornographer's Manifesto
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Author’s note: I talk throughout this essay specifically about pornographic writing. I’m a professional writer, after all. Know, however, my...
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