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When the handsome Hawaiian cowboy at the ranch realized I was alone, he looked at me and said “So you’re Lonesome Dove, huh?” “Not lonesome,” I answered. I thought about it for just a second and added, ”Just Dove.” Read More »
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It’s like I need to brush my teeth, so I go into The Gap. I say to the woman behind the counter: “Do you have any toothpaste?” She says, “No. We don’t sell toothpaste here,” and then I just wander through the aisles, oohing and ahhing and wishing I could clean my teeth with a pair of blue denim capris. Read More »
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Upon the occasion of their twelfth sexual conquest, Mora’s heart, brain, and vagina reflect upon sex, love, loneliness, the diappearance of nervousness, and other various and sundry reprecussions of an even dozen. Read More »
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Detective Curt and I have a date tomorrow night. That’s right, good ole Detective Curt. Picture the Marlboro man, but with a gun and a badge. I know the sex will be great; it always was. But for some reason, I keep imagining the moment when I’ll open my door and see him standing there on my porch. I’ll smile. He’ll come in. I’ll close the door and turn around. He’ll push me up against the closed door and kiss me. We will be ravenous. Read More »
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I just don’t trust myself anymore when it comes to men, which is why today I’ve found myself wishing that I could engage some kind of Guardian for my heart. Someone to say “no, no, little girl,” or “yes, this one is all right,” or, “Stop fantasizing! He’s not interested!” (Yes, there’s one of those, too.) Read More »
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I went out on a date tonight with Games of Chance . (I’ll name him Goc.) At the very end, we kissed and kind of lightly made out on his green-brown bachelor couch. I don’t know. Donny and I just broke up on Tuesday night. It had been eight months we’d gone out together. He was my first legit relationship in years. It was good for me. He was sweet and smart and thoughtful. And gorgeous. He was gorgeous. His gorgeousness never got old for me. I was so physically comfortable with him and it felt right in his arms and in his presence. But he didn’t love me and he was never going to. I gave up comfort and good sex with Donny for a long shot at love. With someone. Someday. Read More »
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Something is…
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It’s almost Valentine’s Day and I feel I should post. But I haven’t quite processed what’s been happening in my life…
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It’s almost Valentine’s Day and I feel I should post. But I haven’t quite processed what’s been happening in my life enough to turn it into something here. So, I return to my old friend, the Haiku:
Back in Donny’s…
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Can you order love on Amazon? Can you get it used? Read More »
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