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I always said my old condo was ghetto. Technically, here in a street-facing top floor unit, I'm in the penthouse of the building. I've started referring to this as the "ghetto penthouse" but the gf does not approve. So I solicit your vote:

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I also want to point out that I completely disagree with Savage this week, as he advised that when someone dies you stop masturbating over their image. I think classic sepia-tone porn is utterly hot, and part of the magic is that these people have lived lives and died, but that this sexuality was captured in film. Savage belives that every time you blow your wad, you do it with some inkling in your reptilian brain that says you may actually get to fuck them. Fuck that - there are clearly people in my maturbatory rolodex that I would not bop given the chance. Anna Nicole - not in there, but hey whatever floats you.

So, as a reminder - I consider myself perfectly fair game for fantasy material. That's right, I give full masturbatory rights to those of you who care to read my writing, my friends, my lovers of all eras...feel free to use me as material. Spank away. You can imagine me rude, submissive, with unlikely partnerships, groups, situations, and even costumes. I grant you that completely guilt-free. Just um...well use discretion if, when, and how you ever tell me about the material. I may not want to know the details.