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Gut Instinct: Nice to Meat You
Rummage through my dresser drawer’s crumpled sweatshirts and faded, crotch-frayed jeans, and you’ll find a sparkly fabric rectangle that I affectionately call my “meat flag.” It displays a picture of...
View ArticleGut Instinct: Kiel-ing Her Softly
There’s something genuinely appealing about smacking my sweetie with a length of processed pig. “You’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” my girlfriend asks. Much to the amusement of passing...
View ArticleNew York Press’ Gut Instinct: Iced, Iced Baby
Another happy fan of Smirnoff Ice! Here’s how I know I’m getting older: Past springs and summers in New York, my pulse would quicken at a flash of leg, a low-cut blouse, shorts cut to a cheek—lust...
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