What makes you think I don't fulfill mens' fantasies or do a great impersonation of a Lesbian?

Svutlana is also married.

Too bad I'm queer and you're spoken for

Svutlana, on the other hand...

snug in it's grippy black and dark red rubber sleeve - my deft finger flitting gently across her touch-screen glowing softly, I muse warmly upon my Facebook missives - indeed, my Salon missives - the subtle parallel constructions, long dashes (alas, no Option case on the iPhone - yet diacritical marks galore), ellipsès, lucid allusions and alliterations, and poignant corollary... such fond thoughts of meaningful discourse - of subjects dear and mundane - on topics sacred and profane...

Okay, okay! I was an English minor in a previous existence. Alright?

Seriously, a couple of my coworkers do it every day - with each other - though they really ought not to - not because it's sordid but because they're Commercial Drivers who should be paying attention to their driving. Aside from the driving bit, it seems pretty harmless to me - like reading bodice rippers on your lunch-hour

Personally, I tend to write (actually quite beautiful) letters to close friends, and occasionally the friendship blossoms into something fresh. I love letters because we have contact via the mind, and the intellect of my Friends and Lovers is what I often love about them most

Speaking of Anaïs Nin, she wrote some of the most beautiful things I've ever read

"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

<3 *.^)/

You mean my grandma.

Was is your truck door she kicked out?

She meant to apologize.

Sorry, I couldn't quite figure out your gender with that "courtin" line.

Ask your mom.

The way you write, I assume you are a bit mature.

I find that extremely hawt.

Where was your first orgasm?

I'm guessing drive-in-movie theater in a 1950s Chevy truck at a James Dean movie.

Why don't you set your cell phone/blackberry to vibrate, give me your number, and I'll give you a call.

Actually we can all give you a call.;)

Or I can write dirty to ya, which ever you prefer (or even both).

Only the insufferable NYT could write it and only SalonBS could comment on it.

These floozies nowadays making 'dates' on the 'telephone'. Why in my day we went a courtin.

I agree, the medium is not the erotic message. The heart (and other organs) wants what it wants, and the internet is just the messenger. That said, P.J. Harvey's song, "The Letter," does make pen and paper seem incredibly hot.