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Welcome to the Pink Ghetto! Since you’re new to the neighborhood, you might want to take a tour: you know, get the feel of the place. Contrary to popular belief, it’s actually a fascinating and rich neighborhood, full of fabulous art, exciting career opportunities, and lots of wonderful places to call your home. Oh, and it’s also the kind of place where everyone knows your name.
Feeling a little lonely? We have a pretty good singles scene — but be careful, cause our residents tend to be a little too busy to get into a relationship
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TODO this weekend:
Post a hott come-on photo to your pale-blue profiled, socially networked source of dates of choice.
When you’ve got some hits, webstalk your possibilities’ conveniently-aggregated music before you meet, so you can clear all that Postal Service they’ve been listening to all day already off your iPod[1] before they come over.
When they start going off about Ubuntu on your first date, politely bite your tongue, or bite their lip, or their…
Oh! And thinking come Sunday you want to see them again next weekend? It’s never too early to pack your dicks and unpack your tools, and prep for the possibility of the only kind of hacking you can do in the bath without getting shocked. (And if that shocks you? Sleep in, and next Friday, back to step 1.)
[1] I am listening to Morrissey do a 2005 redux of ‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ as I write this, and even he has revised ‘…and her Walkman started to melt…’ to that other Holy Steve’s portable music iCon. Just saying.
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Sex bloggers: we’re not in Kansas (on blogspot) anymore.
Sex columnists: no Carries here.
Tagging sex: can actually get you a date.
The future of sex: now more bloggable, taggable, and available in weekly video doses than ever.
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