This is the 8th essay in the #26essays2017 challenge that I’ve set for myself this year. I’m doing this because I’m the first to admit I’ve become a lazy writer: allowing guest posts and series and cross-posting to make up the bulk of content on The Diane Lee Project across 2016. The brave, fearless writing that readers admired and respected me for has all but disappeared. This year—2017—will be different. I’m reclaiming my voice—my write like a motherfucker voice! This weekend, here in Hanoi, I voided an awful sexy times encounter with a Frenchman (aka That French Fucker) that happened at the beginning of 2016. That
Continue reading...Dear blokes/dudes/boys* who want to make sexy time(s) with me, I get it. I really do. The testosterone coursing through your system like a relentless tide is driving you crazy. I get that you are biologically wired to spread your genetic code. I get that our culture makes it easy for you to have hook-ups and casual sexy time(s) without the pesky inconvenience of a relationship (and all that that entails). I get that you can pretty much pick and choose the basis of any and all encounters. I get it. I really do. And I get that you think that
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