I was about to go to sleep after a particularly delightful session with the husboo when something snatched me away from my much-deserved post-coital slumber: A realization. I couldn’t smell the sex I’d just had. I lost my sense of smell in 2017, something I mention often. And even though it’s been three years since I’ve caught wind – of any sort – that I can neither detect fragrance nor odor still shocks me when the realization hits me. The …
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Joojo sat at the back of the congregation. That was his usual place. Not that he came late, but he preferred to sit there so he could tweet and text. As he typed out a message …