So if you know me outside of my alter ago — M-squared, you know that I’ve been an avid bike-rider for over a decade. You’ve heard me complain about public transportation, about cars, about sweating too much before I get to the club, and almost always about wearing a helmet. I often times come off … Continue reading »
Remember how hard it was to see a naked body when you were a kid/teenager? I don’t know if I was just a little too curious, but it was always on my mind — and always such a mind-fuck to actually see one: the side of a breast, a vagina and god forbid a flaccid … Continue reading »
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I’m getting really fed up with only having a bicycle to tow my ass around lately. Have been carrying books, laptops, chap-stick, keys, condoms, bike locks, bananas, coffee, lipstain, lunch, resumes, groceries, plants, wine, hats, notepads, shoes, #2 pencils, sweaters, vinyl, cameras, speakers, and six-packs on my bicycle. And this shit’s starting to get old. But I … Continue reading »
