Tag: sex

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Let’s Talk About Sex

Do you even wonder what if the one that got away, came back? Forty years after my one that got away, got away, he called again.

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Do strippers ever get over being strippers?

Some jobs are so distinct from the rest of the world, that the rules of conduct and survival are different. We were a closed community, we had to be.

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Lesson Number One

Previously published: BUST Magazine Spring/Summer 1996 (as Scarlett Fever) He pushes me inside a yellow…

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Dating for Dollars

Previously published: Johns, Marks, Tricks & Chickenhawks (Soft Skull Press, 2013); Best American Erotica, 1995 (Touchstone Book…

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Killing Time

Originally published as “Lele” in Hos, Hookers, Callgirls and Rentboys: Professionals Writing on Life, Love,…

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Going Solo

Menopause was the best thing that could have happened to me. The vodka haze & hormone fog lifted, and if I wasn’t that hyper-sexual being, I’d have to redefine myself. (Previously published, October 2015, O, The Oprah Magazine)

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On editing porn

I love editing and proofreading other people’s work for many reasons. I love finding mistakes—correction:…

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meteorological foreplay

Keep your sun-drenched days and well-oiled bodies. When the wind rips limbs off trees. Pushes…

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funny, you don’t look jewess

I keep getting confused between Rachel Shukert and Jillian Lauren. Both of them have hot…

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thirty years later…

I had to take a little time off from the “other” blog, from writing in…

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memento

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I yelled at my mother once. I stole…

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shotgun dating

There’s a very handsome man who lives on my block. He’s always trying to start…

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complicated oviducts

There was a girl-duck in the pen with the big bunny today. She’s been there…

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moods

The thing about moods is they’re so mercurial, at least mine are.  The other day I was…

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chance meetings & second chances

When I was a kid I wanted to be a garbage man or a guest…

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summer in the city

I walked through the new Washington Square Park, expecting to be disappointed, or at least…

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the facebook friend & flirt

Okay, I’ve already admitted to & been sanctified as, having more than a wee touch…

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in other words

It takes me time to figure out how I feel. Most people can name that…