Is that’s time of the month again. Or, it’s that time of the two-week cycle. My new column is up. I wrote about “Millions” and guilt. I hope y’all like it. Here’s the link (in case you haven’t noticed that when there are three little dots before the blog title, the title links to whatever I’m talking about–and there’s an identical link at the end of the entry attached to “and here’s the link, my child.”) And here’s the illo.

Dude, Maisy is so fucking impressive.

My new column is up. As you probably have surmised, it’s about “Inside Deep Throat.” This is how it begins:

I saw Deep Throat just after I turned seventeen. I was spending the night at my friend John’s house. His parents were out of town, and the old man who was keeping an eye on John and his little brother went to sleep at ten that night. If John’s mother knew why I was spending the night, her head would have popped off. This was a woman who thought her seventeen-year-old son needed a babysitter when she and her husband went away for the weekend. In her over-protective tunnel vision, it hadn’t occurred to her that, even with the babysitter, John would teach me how to get drunk and show me his father’s copy of the most famous dirty movie of all time. I had asked for drinking lessons; John had suggested the porn as a chaser. Come to think of it, I guess he needed a better babysitter.

Please read the column and tell others to read it, too. Thanks!