--You’ve seen naked pictures of your editor(s).

--You’re three degrees of separation from any porn star.

--A straight guy tells you about sitting on the lap of a lesbian Santa and you get excited about the gender-bending implications.

--A cute, gay bartender flirts with your straight, male, police officer friend and you decide to write a story about it.

--You get annoyed at the Overstock.com commercial because of their use of the letter “O” for anything other than “orgasm.”

--You watch The L-Word and think, “Shane with a strap-on.  Now that’s inspiring!”

--You can deduct all sorts of “adult” things on your taxes, but you don’t because you’re afraid you’ll get audited.

--You think someone should write an empowering, pro-sex version of The Vagina Monologues-- and you contemplate being the one to do it.

--You look at porn on the internet and call it “research.”

--You get weird “fan mail” with requests for “personal” stories about yourself and your “fan.” (Yes, ewww...)

--You get invitations to sex parties.  (Yes, really.)

--You know several people who’ve appeared on HBO’s Real Sex.  You’ve even received Christmas cards from a couple of them.

--When someone asks what you write, you contemplate their relationship to you and their susceptibility to a heart attack before you tell them the truth.

--You’re not the least bit embarrassed to cash a check with the word “EROTICA” written in big letters in the memo section.

--You have no problem writing explicit erotic scenes while sitting in the Barnes and Noble Bookstore Cafe surrounded by mothers with toddlers.

--You’ve gotten used to personal questions about your own sexuality and sex life from people who would be offended if you asked the same of them.

--You no longer feel the need to defend what you write because you know writing about sex is important and meaningful and educational and fun.

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