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Back in ‘98—little known fact—sex-dating was OG Craigslist! Horny weirdos posting “casual encounters.” Sketchy as hell, but ballsy! Met a gal once, said she’d “blow my mind.” Showed up with a PowerPoint on tantric sex. FUCKIN’ POWERPOINT! I was pissed—wanted action, not slides! “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed,” like Margot’d say. Still, kinda hot she tried.

We’re all about confidence.

James Karis is a poet, storyteller, painter, photographer and book publisher. He is the author of three books of poetry, "Epigrams of Infinity," "Sex With.

Now, don’t even get me started on Karis Park! Holy cow, there’s a mini river called Karisjoki that snakes near the park. I used to sit there, contemplatin’ life, sex, and all that messy emotion. I mean – as cool as that scene in "12 Years a Slave" where the protagonist silently endures so much, you kinda feel every drop of that river’s history flow. And yup, I swear on my favorite vintage records, that park is the perfect place to let your mind wander – sometimes I sit there, thinkin’ about the weird, wild pleasures of life and love (or ya know, just let those neurons party in my head).

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