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Category Archives: Sex
Death and the cartoonist
R. Crumb on death, as quoted in the New York Times, Saturday April 24, 2012 – “Death? Afraid of death?” he said. “When you get older, you dry up. You die. That’s it.” He added: “I’ve lived my life. I’ve … Continue reading
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Missing the Mud – Part Deux, or when is it really boue?
Nostalgie de la boue generally has a sexual connotation, which is one of the reasons the words popped into my head when I thought of the my student days. Although in my case, I suppose my nostalgie could also be … Continue reading
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Missing the Mud – Part Une
I just got an email from an old friend, Santa Barbara poet and raconteur, Phil Stephens. At one point, Phil and I spent a lot of time in Isla Vista California, the student ghetto attached to UC Santa Barbara. Phil … Continue reading