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	<title>Comments on: Wants What It Wants by Bram Shay</title>
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		<title>By: Randall</title>
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		<dc:creator>Randall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After a concert at the Civic Center, we crossed Regent street and went into a poorly lit joint called The Chocolate Budda for a drink.

As we went deeper into the place, I began to notice there were no men in there.  I turned to my date and said, &quot;Let&#039;s try someplace else.&quot;

The ladies allowed me to walk out, instead of being carried out.  They were feeling generous that night.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After a concert at the Civic Center, we crossed Regent street and went into a poorly lit joint called The Chocolate Budda for a drink.</p>
<p>As we went deeper into the place, I began to notice there were no men in there.  I turned to my date and said, &#8220;Let&#8217;s try someplace else.&#8221;</p>
<p>The ladies allowed me to walk out, instead of being carried out.  They were feeling generous that night.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t see words when I read this story; just the tavern and its lunatic fringe clientele.  Perfect.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn&#8217;t see words when I read this story; just the tavern and its lunatic fringe clientele.  Perfect.</p>
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		<title>By: Cheryl</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cheryl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:08:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great story. Takes me back to the days when I was a fag hag (before phasing over into queer girl). But I wouldn&#039;t trust any bar with a picture of a dude getting mauled by a bear.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great story. Takes me back to the days when I was a fag hag (before phasing over into queer girl). But I wouldn&#8217;t trust any bar with a picture of a dude getting mauled by a bear.</p>
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