What this is: stories. About fucking and the ways we fuck it up. And maybe how that’s not such a bad thing?
There are two ways sex can go. The cleaving of one person upon another, in a physical union fused with urgency and intimacy and as much of our humanity as we can rub all over each other. Or, y’know, something much funnier and more real.
Each little vignette is intended to be something of a zen kōan: a scenario with an implicit question behind it that maybe you will be provoked to answer for yourself. Or maybe just a reminder that life is messy and funny and contains what I think we can all join hands and agree is a truly preposterous quantity and variety of bodily fluids.
What this is not: stroke material. At least … I think not? But, hey, that’s cool too.
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