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Category Archives: Dating
Recently, here in the Great White North, a murder trial ended and the accused were sentenced to life. A father and his son killed his daughter, all because she was too progressive to be a good little Islamic girl. Muhammad Parvez and Waqas, his son, murdered Aqsa Parvez on December 10, 2007, in the guise of [...]
I’m tired of women who get into a relationship, lose all of themselves in the man, the relationship ends in a matter of weeks, they come apart at the seams, and it’s “Oh, I’ll never love again.” Please. Get serious. And to moan and piss and whine like this publicly, on social media sites? Please. Get serious. [...]
As a so-called sex writer, I went off the reservation a long, long time ago. As a writer, I’m writing a book, and it means revisiting all my work from the last few years. In the process, I’m tagging & categorizing all my posts so you’ll have an easier time to search relevant topics. But, boy, [...]
In college, I was a librarian. I worked both in books and in the audio-visuals section. Then I was a bookseller. Everything I ever needed to learn about sex, I learned on the job. It’s probably the only thing escorts and librarians have in common. Okay, well, no, not everything I ever needed to learn… [...]
I had too much wine on Saturday night, wrote this. Didn’t publish it for fear I might’ve said too much. In vino veritas and all. So here’s the version you see. :) I’m being antisocial. Again. I’m at that point where people are draining me, so I know I need my time to myself. Some guy’s [...]
I’ve been foiled by the evil estrogenies on my long weekend Monday, and my monthly female visitor is making its presence known. Happily, I’m now medicated. More happily, TiVo ate some Breakfast Club and is serving it up fresh for me this morning — one of those few movies I can recite more than half. [...]