It’s Tuesday morning,so you have some sex. Random Grindr guy; grinding jaw. He shuffles in; shuffles out. (Afterwards, you find a rapid/fast minute to call your boyfriend and accuse him of cheating.) Breakfast-time; waiter shoots a glance. “Sex…?” Bathroom door locks. Trash cans topple. Wadded paper towels. care for? Bodies thrash in urinal puddles. You [...]
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