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Sometimes I thinkof how you would have beenhad I been someone else.  We would have been friends,just friends, surely, butwe’d connect on a level higherthan with anyone else in our lives. We’d go from anonymous tomonogamous, eventually, andwe took an awful lot with uswhen we went, but it’s okay.  I’m safe. I’m done with mydays of...

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc. Like Dick Cheney? Are you Dick Cheney’s granddaughter? Don’t shoot me in the face, Cheney! You like the dick, Cheney? My middle name is Meaghan and I think that was supposed to be my first name, until my mom was reading a book one day and...

You are too deeply engraved into my heart to leave.You’ve built a home here inside of me; you live inmy hand, too, yours in mine, and in bed wetangle limbs and get as close as we can –and if you can do that,how can you think of leaving? You are to embedded in my soul to...

When you say you don’t want this, I don’t believe you. I mean, I believe you wish you’d never had this, but now that you do, this is what you want to keep. It’s been so long now, you don’t feel at home in the world anymore, just here with me –  and I don’t bite,...

What’s your dream job? If you’re here reading this, you’re sort of looking at it. My dream job is to write for a living (again). I got a taste of it for a few years when Newsbreak was just throwing money at me, but that income source dried up like an old African desert well and...