The onslaught of pumpkin spice stirs an irrational irritation not because I dislike Pumpkin Spice Lattes™, but because its debut reminds me that consistent Fall weather is at least 2 months away.

Recently I was accused of being “wholesome.” When people are looking for an elite blonde Atlanta escort near me I don’t think “wholesome” is tacked onto any part of that query. The worst part is that he was right.

“Are you one of those people that has to cheers every time we get a drink?” His tone was the shade of smug-meets-playful that knew he was asking a rhetorical question.

I blushed, Uhh no, I just think it’s nice to do at the beginning!

I grew up hearing that too. Sex should be special. But how exactly does that work? If you’re waiting until marriage and sex with them isn’t “special,” did you totally fuck everything up?

If there’s one thing that the past year of pandemic and quarantine has taught me it’s that loneliness is a hell of a drug. I believe that loneliness is more complex than our brains can process it in its entirety.

No one has good sex all the time. Not porn stars, not escorts, not even regular hot people. I’m sure that people in porn are enjoying the sex that they’re having on camera the same amount that everyone enjoys the sex that they’re having in their private lives.

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…what DO I get up to on the weekends?!? Well, turns out that the answer is even more boring than you could have imagined.

Maybe I had been putting it off. I grew up at Turner Field. Truist is bigger, nicer, cleaner. Like the Braves had a string of good luck and moved to the “good” part of town.

The Greeks had a word, xenia—guest friendship—a command to take care of traveling strangers, to open your door to whoever is out there, because anyone passing by, far from home, might be God.