And here is where I make some crass joke about sex in college and liken it to my matinee idol looks or sharp sense of style, and claim I'm always paid for sex--then maybe add in a wonky ZING! or Wanka-wanka-wanka!--and you sit there wondering how you stumbled upon this blog when all you were looking for was shirtless writers and plot recaps of Danzy Senna novels you can't bring yourself to read.
So, there you go. We just had a John Barth blog moment.
Yale sex story here.
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