If I have to sit on a seat built for a capuchin monkey, terrified to recline it lest I get stabbed, you bet I'm wearing sweats. I'd wear a toga if I had one.

One of the hottest things in my life was when my long term partner ran into her ex in New York about six years ago. She was stuck in the states at an on site freelance job for about five months. He hit on her hard. She told him she'd fuck him but only if he called me up and let me listen in. (He had no idea it was an…

Mmph. I just had sex by accident.