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Lynda Smith Hoggan's Writings

     I haven't had a lover for six months when you arrive in my life. It's not that I intended to be celibate, just that I no longer have the patience for bad sex. And bad sex is any sex that doesn't let me kiss, doesn't care if I come, doesn't look me in the eye tomorrow, doesn't ask for some part of the dance to begin again.   ...