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Two Places at Once: A True Story of Failing to Focus

We step through the door to my apartment. Or rather, she steps–I get pushed.

I stumble forward, but catch myself and turn to face her. She is already pulling her shirt off. 910 more words

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Tattoos and Taboos: A True Story of Accidental Arousal

I don’t really have a type. I just like women, and certain men. However, I confess a greater than average appreciation for body modification, particularly tattoos, and anyone who dresses in what can be considered an “alternative” or punk style. 963 more words

My Life As Fiction

Gastrointestinal Gymnastics: A True Story of Acting on Long Hidden Desires, Part 3

I said I would eventually finish this memory. It’s a hard one to tell, because I was so absorbed in the moment that there are many gaps in my memories of it. 866 more words

Relationships

Licentious By Nature: A True Story of Social Fucking, Part 3

If you’ve been reading this memory series in its entirety, you might think┬áthis was a very short encounter. Let me assure you, it wasn’t. But words can’t adequately relay the passage of time. 1,090 more words

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Licentious By Nature: A True Story of Social Fucking, Part 2

Taking a few minutes out of my day to continue the story from yesterday. Sure, I could be working up a manuscript or cranking on a new analysis, but this is more exciting right now. 843 more words

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Licentious By Nature: A True Story of Social Fucking, Part 1

I don’t feel old, but man, when I think about how long it’s been since this experience actually happened… woof. This was almost a decade ago, before Hank became a portly papa, and before my relationship with Kelly was obviously headed for the rocks. 1,074 more words

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