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I’m your alter-ego.

Who enjoys people and provocation.

Not the devil on your shoulder but rather the devil’s advocate.

A romantic that’s anything but hopeless.

Who enjoys a hint of danger, in and out of the bedroom. …

“Hello?” I answer in a groggy, hungover voice.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking about you a lot today. How old are you again?” It’s my girlfriend, Vita. She’s 50 but doesn’t look a day over 30.

I look at the time. It’s 11 AM. I’ve been sleeping for 5 hours as it was a late night out dancing at some warehouse party. “You there, she asks?”

“Ya, ya, I’m here. I’m 33. Why do you ask?”

“Well, you should really think about freezing your eggs this year.” She says in a serious voice. “You don’t have a lot of time.”

“I’m not even sure I want eggs for breakfast, much less for them to be incubated and inserted inside my uterus for future child-rearing,” I respond, slightly agitated even though I know she has my best interest at heart. “And anyway,” I continue, “I thought last weekend you told me if you were to go back in time, you wouldn’t have had…

For the curious and restless like me, here’s what I think about laying in bed. To set the scene, not usually naked and in the act. Then my thoughts are preoccupied with other stimuli. But for when sheep counting gets old…

1. Does porn mean voyeurism is in our blood?

What do you do when you hear someone having sex next door? Cover your ears, leave the room you’re in, or get real quiet and put your ear closer to the source. Thought so.

The word voyeur, after all, comes from the french word “voir,” which means to see, so don’t worry, your fetish is safe with me.

2. If we prostitute out our time every day, aren’t we all paying one way or another for sex?

Time is our most valuable currency. We can never earn it back, yet we swipe it away and spend it on short-term thrills. And there’s nothing wrong with that; let’s just be honest with ourselves. Like Fernando Pessoa once said, “To be understood is to prostitute oneself.” There’s no elitism here. …

There’s nowhere to go but up.

That’s often what people tell their friends when they’ve hit rock bottom to comfort them. We don’t tell ourselves because there’s no actual light at the bottom.

But what if you aren’t at rock bottom but simply floating through time and space, trapped in an infinite loop of sameness?

That’s how I feel. Likely many of us feel.

Not depressed. Not overjoyed. Just neutral. And I’ve learned it washes out my skin.

For the most part, I am stable. The way a rolling office chair is stable. As long as I’m not stuck in one place, I remain seated. …

Are you bringing anyone? Have you asked him yet?

What are you wearing? How short is it?

What time are you going to show up? Where should we post-party?

Decisions I wish I was making this year.

Instead, I’ll be sitting at home in yoga pants reminiscing on all the cringe-worthy moments from holiday parties past. The almost obligatory tradition where you drink copious amounts of alcohol with people who you wouldn’t normally find yourself having small talk with.

Like the guy from IT who brings his biker wife who reminds you of a character straight out of Sons of Anarchy. You overhear her telling your friend’s much younger boyfriend that she just wants to eat him up but that she might crush him in the bedroom. …

If your country asked you to have sex and procreate for patriotic reasons, would you do it?

That’s the challenge Denmark faced. In 2015, their population growth rate was only 0.1%, according to data provided by ourworldindata.org. Like other developed nations, Danes were opting to delay the child process, having fewer children or none at all. This decline presented a challenge for the country as a slowdown in population growth correlates with a slowdown in overall economic growth.

Spies Rejser, a Danish travel & entertainment company, decided to take matters into their own hands with a series of ad campaigns in 2015 to prompt people to book a vacation and screw. The tongue-in-cheek ads provided statistics such as Danes have 46% more sex on holidays and that 10% of Danes were conceived on vacation. …

Own your sexuality! Be sexually liberated! You can have sex like a man too!

Hm. I can see why men are confused when I won’t sleep with them on a first date if I like them.

If I don’t, your chances of a 2 AM text increase by 50%. But if I like you, I’ll throw every caution in the wind as the atmosphere turns hard and wet. On one such stormy night, a tornado of words found oxygen.

It was a second date, and he found himself in my bed. We were mostly naked. I say mostly because he was still sporting a pair of briefs. And I had on a sad excuse for a thong. $50 for 2 cm of fabric. The kind that pleads to be delicately removed instead of ripped off. He may have noticed but his hands were preoccupied elsewhere. His fingertips found a sweet spot that makes me moan every time. …

My Instagram feed over the last couple of days has been filled with jubilant celebrations reminiscent of some of my favorite late 90s hip hop videos: Champagne bottles popped over crowds, booty-shaking on the streets, and joints passed in cars.

Taglines read:

Democracy beat fascism.

Love beat hate.

Kamala broke the glass ceiling.

Biden broke the age ceiling.

How much change will come when Biden officially takes office is yet to be determined but, if history is any indication we will soon return to our regular programming of COVID blues, retail therapy, selfies, and disparaging the other side.

The truth is, the real tragedy of the U.S. was never Trump.

It’s that we’ve convinced ourselves to believe that if something is deemed wrong, calling it out as such will make its opposite true. …