Nobody Weaponizes Kink Like I Do

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“You know,” I say, “I feel like I’ve been training for lockdown for years and years.”

“Oh?” he replies.

I nod. “All that delayed gratification kink work I’ve been doing is really coming in handy.”

He laughs, but I explain that I’m not joking. Not really. It’s true that a lot I’ve wanted to do has gone on hold for what will likely be a long while yet (and has been about seven months on hold so far).  » Read more

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When It Comes to the Olympics of Love, I May Have Switched Sports

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Ro and I are having dinner. Talking about on-again, off-again relationships. Ones where the general shape of them look like a heartbeat on an EKG. A quick spasm of highs and lows, highs and lows.

“That’s not how mine look at all,” Ro says. She explains that hers are more of a line that goes up gradually but pretty much consistently.  » Read more

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