This newsletter is celebrating sexual diversity, differing desires, relationship structures, 
and individual choices based on respect and consent.
Sexuality is an important part of being human.

Have A Horny Day. 
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Horny Newsletter Issue Eleven

NEVER MAKE YOURSELF SMALLER:
THE HORNY EDITION
Written by Christopher Sherman

 

What if I told you that your possibilities of achievement—horny or not—were endless? The limit you imagine for yourself does not actually exist. Your past is already gone, like dust blowing in the wind, and your future has not happened yet. All that exists is this very beautiful second. And this one. And this one. You are now in the moment. Welcome, Beautiful Human!

People have always tried to make me smaller. One of my earliest conscious memories, from the early '80s, was being called a “faggot” by a big, round old white man as I skipped joyfully in my witch dress costume—handmade with love by my mother, complete with rubber witch fingers tipped with long red nails. I didn’t understand the word “faggot,” but I felt the weight of his hate hit me. It hurt my heart, and I stopped skipping. It was a cloud I couldn’t quite grasp, but it followed me constantly after that moment. The hate felt lodged inside me.

In that moment, I knew something about me was different. The world and society that had been created were not for me in the traditional sense. People tried to make me smaller, over and over again. But what they didn’t know was that I was loved by my family. I knew it was safe to be myself—at least to an extent—inside the walls of my home. Outside, however, it was not safe, and I began to build a wall to hide myself from others.

That “make yourself smaller” shit followed me for a long time. Over the years, I made myself smaller for prime ministers and presidents, designers and divas, alcoholics and assholes. Finally, I had had enough. The Horny Newsletters were born out of a refusal to be small anymore and a desire to share my authentic self. It was a turning point, a realization of what mother Beyoncé so eloquently put: “Life is your birthright, they hid that in the fine print. Take the pen and rewrite it.”

This summer, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) asked to do a story on Horny Newsletter, and I was both shocked and elated—but mostly shocked. CBC is Canada’s home for news, and it was a big fucking deal to share my sex-positive mission on such an iconic platform.

My goal has always been to help destigmatize sex and lift people up to live their authentic selves. CBC would help me share that message with a country and people I love. During the interview, I challenged myself to say, “The male G-spot is in the butt” as the answer to as many questions as possible, hoping CBC would publish it for eternity in the archives of Canadian history.

And they did! The CBC story was released, and my dream came true: “The male G-spot is in the butt” was written in the very first sentence. The story was huge! I felt like the little faggot who could. I was genuinely shocked that CBC had even asked to interview me and profile this horny universe. I was doubly shocked that the article actually made it to publication. You always hear about media stories getting cut, but this one went all the way.

 
 

The story became one of Canada’s top three stories for the weekend—Have a Horny Day sandwiched between news of Mexico’s first female president and the Ukraine war. It was a very horny day that turned into a horny weekend.

But the celebration didn’t last long. I received a message from the amazing journalist who wrote the piece, informing me that alt-right media had picked up the story and twisted it for their own agenda. They claimed to have documents proving the story was part of a far-left agenda and that it was government-funded. I thought the story was wild (and honestly, I wish I had government money), but what they did next was insane.

A Canadian citizen, on behalf of this far-right media group, filed a formal complaint with the government-run Canadian Radio-television and Telecommunications Commission (CRTC), which regulates broadcasting and telecommunications in the public interest. They claimed the story was a tool of the left-wing media and implied wrongdoing in its publication.

The CRTC launched an investigation, collecting all communications related to the story—from the journalist’s first email to the final notification of publication. My initial joy and excitement began to turn to dread. I felt smaller. The attack felt rooted in the same hate and darkness that had hurt my heart when I was five, wearing my witch dress and rubber nails.

The far-right launched a social media campaign, using my CBC story and images to push their false narrative of hate. They spread hurtful things about me and the Horny Newsletter. I decided to take a break from the internet to protect my soul. I turned off all notifications and focused on centering myself in the love and nature around me. I felt smaller, my creative wings clipped, my soul aching with a heartburn that no antacid could fix.

Shortly after it began, the CRTC found no wrongdoing, and the investigation was closed. But the alt-right narrative still spread online. Determined to keep going, I returned to social media—and discovered something incredible had happened! All the attention from the far-right had introduced me to a brand-new, untapped audience I never knew existed: the oppressed horny far-right.

In one week, the far-right media gave me more free marketing and SEO ranking than I could ever have paid for. My followers jumped by the thousands, and my OnlyFans balance was suddenly... wow. The far-right unknowingly helped share my message of love with their followers, and it seems those followers chose love—or at least $9.69 a month.

Here’s what I learned from the experience: Never make yourself smaller for anyone. That doesn’t mean being rude—you can be confidently yourself while still being humble and kind. Your ideas matter. Your work matters. Your life matters. We need to see more of you in this world. Now is the time for uncommon courage. We are all just human beings on a giant rock rotating in the universe.

Be You! They will adjust. x

Have A Horny Day.
Love you.

Christopher Sherman
Instagram @hichristophers

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Favourite Horny Song | On My Mama by Victoria Monet
Written by Albert Hoang

There’s something about On My Mama by Victoria Monet thats makes me feel so hot and horny. The sensuality, emotion, slow beat - it reminds me of the supercharged, sexy sounds you’d hear before making out with someone at the club. The sexual tension palpable.

Recently, I’ve been watching and rewatching the killer music video by FKA twigs starring the gorgeous Arón Piper. Twigs has this incredible voice, and the way she moves is mindblowing. Paired with Piper, their chemistry is so palpable and it’s such a hot visual. I’ve seen it like 20 times.

 
 
 

Albert Hoang
www.alberthoang.com
@callmealbs

Favourite Horny Memories
Written by Zeidmoon

Back in 2017 I was dating this guy - and we had been dating for about two years. We were never open but towards the end of our relationship we started experimenting with other people. One night, another gay couple had invited us to a night out which we said yes to. Throughout the entire night they were flirting with us and we were pretty nervous. Or at least I know I was. Towards the end of the night, they invited us to this after party where they said some people might be hooking up but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

We both pretended like we weren’t going to fool around with anyone else and I think that’s so funny looking back. Because we were both very drunk and horny that night and we both felt like we were hiding the fact that we wanted to hook up with other people. We arrived at this party around 4 am and we walked in to see big screens playing porn, some people were just chatting on the couch, some were making drinks, some were hooking up - but they were all naked. And that was really a shock to me as it was the first time I was around a big group of people who were naked. We take off our clothes so that we’re not the only ones fully dressed and we sit down with our drinks.

It didn’t take too long for someone to come sit next to us close and start flirting. This beautiful guy started running his fingers on my thighs while talking and I couldn’t help but start to get hard - in front of my boyfriend at the time - it was such an embarrassing feeling and the more embarrassed I felt , the harder my dick felt. Quickly my boyfriend starts touching me as well and before we know it , all three of us are making out. What started off as a kiss with another guy had quickly turned into multiple guys and in a split second I felt like all the walls and shame between me and my boyfriend had fallen. We just allowed ourselves to have fun in front of each other with other people. It was a really cathartic experience.

The more the night progressed and as the daylight was approaching, I was getting more and more relaxed and horny. I did something I don’t think I will ever do again , which is asking everyone at that party to finish by cumming on my chest. They all gathered around me and I was laying on this chaise lounge - and one by one they started cumming on me. As one cums, it turns on the other guy to cum too. I was soaked and I had quickly realized just how messy this is going to be. It was a pretty sticky and hot experience, I spent like an hour in the showers afterwards trying to wash it all off. But yeah it was pretty horny to make my boyfriend watch so many guys cum on me."

 

Zeidmoon
www.zeidmoon.com
linktr.ee/zeidmoon

Lessons Learned From Horny Skinny Dipping
Written by Matt Beasant

In high school, I’d often have friends over when my parents were away. One evening, I had a bunch of friends over. Most of the girls were up at the house drinking. About seven buddies were down in the hot tub by the lake. Boys being boys eventually our bathing suits came off - skinny dipping! I have to admit seeing some of those athletic bodies glistening wet was definitely a turn on. Yet I was still in denial about my own sexuality.

At one point most of the guys went back up to the house. But one buddy, well he stuck around. As we climbed out of the lake and got back into the hot tub I noticed we were both rock hard. The alcohol lubricating things, our inhibitions melted away under the hot bubbling water. We began touching and rubbing each other.

We climbed out and in our drunken state I led him down a small trail into the darkness of a forested area. He dropped to his knees placing his mouth over me. We both fell to the forest floor and began orally pleasuring each other. It all felt so wrong and yet so right. Then in very close succession we came together. The ropey seeds of our efforts dripping down our wet bodies and planted onto the forest floor.

Immediately I registered the sounds of friends partying in the house just beyond our hiding spot. The sensation of total bliss suddenly ripped away from me. I quickly descended into a state of shame and regret. I was mortified that people would start to question why were still down at the lake. A moment later, like a crazed lunatic, I was climbing up onto the garage roof. I jumped onto a deck on the second floor. Like Houdini, I snuck into the house as if I was never gone.

For over a year my buddy and I would occasionally hook up, with months passing between liaisons. But I’d finally break and we’d go at it again, my internalized homophobia giving way to hormones. Sometimes after parties and in a drunken state he would sneak into the bed that I was passed out in. Sometimes at 3am we’d drive out to meet each other in the shadow of night. After every encounter I would face the same regret and shame and the cycle would start over. I resented my straight buddies; their ability to have guilt free pleasure. If only I had been more comfortable with myself I could have enjoyed those experiences more and acted on my desires more often. And I wish I had treated my buddy better rather than locking up and not communicating – denying both of us the freedom to fully enjoy our bodies.

Matt Beasant
mattbeasant.com

Favourite Horny Sport | JUJITSU, An Interplay of Dominance and Surrender
Written by Diego Alejandro Law

Jujitsu—a close combat style defined by an intimate exchange of control and power through fluid movements of touch. The art of Ju—gentle, yielding, flexible; a sensual interplay of dominance and surrender.

Closeted, I joined jujitsu out of curiosity and for fun.

When I first stepped into the dojo, my eyes quickly met those ashen eyes of his. Nervously, I sat beside him, and we both nodded politely.

It’s been so long that I don’t recall his name; we’ll refer him as Declan. He was an Irish exchange student studying abroad. We were both very competitive, we quickly became close in the dojo.

As always, after class, we stayed late in the dojo to practice. Both getting on the matt, starting on our knees, holding onto each other’s sleeves.

Observing his arms and eyes,
reading every move and every expression.

Feeling impatient, I rushed in. I slipped, he pins my arm down and climbs on top of me. My heart races, I turned around quickly. As I grappled, my belt loosed.

I looked up, panting, we locked eyes,
both breathing heavily.

My body tingles as his palm grazes my skin, my thighs tense as his legs rubs against me.

He looks down,
Observing my chest rising and falling,
his sight climbs up to my neck, to my lips, pausing as he pressed his together,
slowly shifting his gaze up to my eyes.

Flustered as my heart races; distracted by his grey eyes and his curly light brown hair. He moved his hips up to my chest, pressing my body firmly against the matt, his chest against my neck.

His soft, sweaty, and hairy chest.

Shuffling his way up, his crotch inches closer my face, the musky aroma of his skin wafts through my nose, images of his curly bush on my lips floods in my mind . I panicked. he smirks

at me as if he could read my thoughts. Nervously, I snuck my hands between his thighs and placed them on his groin, pushing him down.

I stared at his chest; he stared at my neck.

Panting, I tilted my head back on the mat, legs wide open, breathing heavily.

Declan sat tightly on my lower core,
held onto my collar tightly,
making sure he remained in control,
his sweat dripped from his chin onto the side of my lips.

I licked it off my lips,
he stared at it and then shied away.

I found the perfect opportunity. Before he could regain his balance, I thrusted my hips and bridged him. Wrapped my thighs around his arm and torso, tightly. His bulge brushes the side of my forearm. I turned around and teased him with a wink. His face turned red. I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed that he got hard or if it’s from all the

holding,
panting,
pulling,
grappling,
which left him flushed and breathless.

He tapped out on the mat, drenched in sweat. We collapsed on each other. he fell on top of me,

our chests touching,
I could feel his firm cock, and he certainly felt mine, His chest rises and falls,
I can hear his heartbeat,
he breathed heavily behind my ear.

Slowly, he moved his arm from the side of my thighs and wrapped it around my lower waist. I turned my face toward his, and we looked into each other’s eyes gently. Both inhaling each breath from each other’s lungs, I was drunken by his touch and scent.

Still

In fear of my desires, I rose, grabbed our clothes, and walked to the change room, he followed. Both hungry and yearning for each other’s body, he looked into my eyes as we undressed and changed into our t shirts and jeans.

Closeted, I joined jujitsu with curiosity and desire.

When he stepped into the dojo, his eyes quickly met my dark brown ones. He sat beside me, and we both gazed at each other nervously yet calmly as the backs of our hands touched.

Diego Alejandro Law
@diegolawisme

Ingredients For A Horny Hook-Up
Written by Ali Rush

If you see me on a dating app and ask what I’m into, you’ll likely get a response like this: “vers, oral, rimming, kissing, pits, feet”. But I don’t need to engage in all (or any) of those things to have a good time. What I want first and foremost is a real connection.

Let’s talk on the couch and get to know each other. Tell me about your day or about a hot encounter you had recently; slowly moving closer to each other until someone’s hand is caressing someone’s leg. I don’t necessarily want to date you, I just want to get to know you. And the build up to having sex is the most exciting part for me.

When I get to see your soul, the real you, that’s when my dick really gets hard. Without that it’s just another fuck. Once the walls are down that’s when the real fun begins.

Dancing Makes Me Horny
Written by Ethan Barry

The range of experiences, emotions and sexual energy dancing has facilitated and afforded me has made me hornier for sexual encounters of a wide breadth but also for life in general. It has brought me more passion and reminded me of the romance I crave. It puts me physically in my body and takes me out of my head. Learning to hold the anxiety and stiffness that often keep me upright and letting it go. It has recharged my libido with lust and a new proclivity for riding the edge of a sensuous tension. At its greatest it has shown me things I value without measure, resonant moments that have stayed in my body for weeks. It has provided new ideas of intimacy and opportunities to evaluate what satisfies my desires and stokes my senses.

 
 

A hazy, dimly lit living room filled with queers. Heavy petting and grinding to a friend’s set. Amyl nitrite courses through our systems, blood pumping to the beat of the bass. Guiding each other to find the rhythm of a dance that is our unique chemistry. Hips working in time, our groins pressed together. Hands wandering under and into each other's clothes, pulling our bodies into a unified movement. The world fades beyond the perimeter of the shag rug our socked feet move across. The pressure crescendos. A new bpm blaring. We ride it and then release each other when it becomes clear it will need to become more if we do not stop. Rinse and repeat we keep returning to each other until it's time for one of us to make a decision. Walking home alone with that tension fizzing. Teeming with pleasure, my senses overstimulated, my hands dance across my body in a solo I don’t perform often.

Sweating on top of a go-go box, lights trained upon my grooving form. The ceiling low in the basement of this historic gay venue, my hands caress the rough wooden beams for support. Glistening from sweat and joy spilling out of my body any way it can. Disco drives my body, voyeurs snap their photos as remembrances of the sex I am selling on stage. My bulge swinging in a tiny thong, the stringback barely covers my hole as I bend over and shake my ass. Flossed, I snap back into action until my legs give out. My muscles spasm and shake. A feeling I know only too well from extended sexual interludes, flip fucking, cumming again and again with my legs suspended on some man’s shoulders, quivering with the release. Similar and almost as gratifying. I am filled with desire and confidence as a result of my body's ability to express what the music makes me feel. I could kiss everyone on the dance floor and share my body with them in a blissed-out sober state. The music and energy in the room makes me feel intoxicated. Feeding off the joy and wanting to give it back I jump off the stage and find a handsome friend to dance with. Light kisses in between big movements, full body dancing. Pelvic thrusting across the floor I twirl back into his arms for a longer more passionate kiss. Tonguing the softness of his tongue, gums and inner cheek until I can’t stand and have to towel off in the back room before my next set.

Photography by Ethan Barry


The sun and coloured lights mix, refracting my vision. Surrounded by dancing friends, sharing party favours and introducing new lovers to the group. Dancing filled with an amorous warmth infused by UV. Locking eyes with a crush in one moment and then pulled in another direction by anxieties and friends’ desires to move within the dance floor. Pride peeks with the disquiet worry juxtaposed against the joy of queer spaces. My thoughts slam as hard as the drugs my friends are keying: “Will I see an ex? Is my sister having a good time? Fuck I want to shove my tongue down that man’s throat! Everyone around me has a partner they get to share this moment with. I’m envious and overjoyed for them.”  Taking pause, am I sitting outside of it all or can I relax into the ecstasy of these lingering summer moments? Avoiding the tensions and taking a hit of a loved one's vape, the nicotine sends me back into the four-on-the-floor beat. The sun slips further away and the atmosphere becomes seeped in colours. Speckled and polka-dotted from the mirrorball’s spin. In a domino effect the lesbian couples around me begin to kiss their partners one after another. Revelling in their intimacy my anxieties cease and I am overcome with love for them all. Allowing myself the desire to have it for myself but knowing it's enough to bear witness to their love, it is a  secondhand elation I am learning to embrace. We dance the day away into the night. Letting go of my expectations and lust for a dance floor fling I love so much harder on my queer family. Brimming with this joy I know I can leave in peace. Dazed from the music and high from the adoration for my community I walk towards my bike preparing my legs for one last battle of endurance. As I bend over to unlock the 12-speed, I see a friend has followed me out. The music still blaring into the night sky he b-lines towards me. Smiling coyly he tells me how happy he is that we bumped into each other after quite a few years. I feel the same. We express the desire to catch up before he leaves town. I ask him if he still has my number and give him my phone to make sure I have his. Handing it back we brace for goodbye, and like a static cling he kisses me not unexpectedly but with a passion that is new. A side of him I didn’t get in our past romantic encounters. I could live in that kiss. I can feel his erection pressed against mine. So quick in response to this midnight-hour farewell. We catch our breaths and laugh at the silliness of not having done this earlier. He cups my crotch with a wide grin on his face. I tell him to text me and I ride home overcome with the moment we shared. My cock pressed against my thigh refusing to diffuse and reminding me why I love being queer.

Ethan Murray
linktr.ee/gaptoothb

Favourite Horny Song | Love My Way by The Psychedelic Furs
Written by Luka Brull

A lot of the music that came out of the u.k new wave era was full of this emasculated confidence that made gayness look like a form of human evolution. The song ‘Love my way’ by the psychedelic furs is my favourite example of this. The singer revealed that he actually wrote the song FOR gay people, with the message that sexuality wasn’t anything to be fucked up about. This is a more humble message, but the instrumental literally yells that “to be gay is to be grand”. 

 
 

During the chorus, the drum beat is centred around the toms which is really a major departure from a conventional pop/rock structure chorus which would normally try to add in Hi-hat or cymbals to drive excitement. Instead of getting LOUD, it gets dark and punchy and heavenly, but also stripped everything down and allowed for the synths and all else colourful in the song to shine through. To me, this represents the power and confidence that comes out of leaning into your authentic self as a gay guy. Some of the smallest ones in the room are 250+ pounds of muscle, and it doesn’t take very long to realize that. I appreciate guys and music in the same way.

I do like a big hairy guy and I think most people who know me are well aware of that, but one thing I really love is a guy who looks like he can beat the shit out of anyone, but also sports the most radiant smile. You see all these “big bears” on socials tucking their lips in or doing these very humble half smiles which make their rigid personalities a tad bit too obvious. The conscious avoidance of vulnerability serves sex and intimacy as well as chronic pain does. ‘Love my way’ is if my type of guy was a song, which is why it’s itinherently sexy to me. Its an anthem in my life and reminds me that I’m lucky to be a gay guy, because its made me a better person and artist, and allowed me to see life from perspectives people miss out on everyday.

 
 

Luka Brull
@lukasbrull
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Horny Exclusive Playlist x Discoraphy

It’s Pride Month festival weekend on a Saturday night, and you’ve just stepped into Toronto’s legendary gay cruise bar, the Black Eagle Toronto, a vibrant hub known to cater to the leather, kink, and BDSM communities. Whether you’ve been walking the streets of the Gay Village and curiously stumbled in or you just rallied after the hottest daytime party of the weekend, this live recording runs the gamut of tender loving and rough satisfaction.

Starting off with an atmospheric and dreamy soundscape, join me as I take you on a journey through my three-hour opening DJ set—9 p.m. tp midnight. Throughout the mix, you’ll hear echoes of ‘80s synthwave, rhythmic percussion and blended elements of house, nu-disco, and nostalgia.

 
 

Long sets like this allow a dynamic story to unfold, and I aimed to embody the true spirit of The Eagle - from the foggy dance floor to the popper scented dark room.

Special thanks to The Robotic Kid for booking me and to omg.blog for absolutely bringing it with their closing set.

The vibes were electric!

Raphael Sanchez
@discoraphy

THE BITTER & SWEET
Written by Silvio Tonie

A memory’s merely a myth
So mend me in your mind
And l’ll write you to my heart
In our tale cast out in time
Boy Hungry was the start
See—my senses haven’t forgotten
Each and every affection begotten
The remembering reckoning
This a static sonic echoing

I close my eyes
And see our eyes meet
As you crossed the street
The perfume of desire—heaven sent
Parks me on the precipice
Of fleeting realms of scent
Arise—arrange and dissipate—
Visions of us in heat—
Wisps of smoke from your cigarette—
You and I—heavy breath—
Two-nights tithes that you placed
Infused me with your grace
The taste of it—so bittersweet
Your embrace—my retreat
Suffering seeking safety
Never could a man
Overpower and
Take me

In the soils of the soul
Seed tends to germinate
Sprouting secret destruction
The tolls foundations take
When you fucked me awake
Budding brought back life
Delight me into my body
The poetry is flowing out of me
Though my prose is now more naughty

Not looking for a boyfriend
Or another one-night stand
It’s just the love of one weekend
Bittersweetness on my tongue
A sorrow stored in my lung
Chorus’ of songs unsung
Prospecting them passing
Gathering gold everlasting
Sounds you craft so clear
Thoughts of you held dear
So I bid farewell to feelings of fear
Now that I can make them into music

‘Cause now when I play Both Sides
I turn around—and see you—
Teary-eyed
Pillar of salt—Don’t look away
I know you weren’t meant stay
Each and every goodbye—
Flash and rotate—endlessly
I arrive at our “until next time”
Electricity—down my spine—
Each and every vertebre—
And planet align—
Disorder into rhyme—
Holy relic—consecration—
Lay me down—for future exaltation—
Knees bent—reigning in the revelation—
After August’s temperate showers—
It’s not too late for blooming flowers

Without a trace of fleeting Songbirds—
I’m vexed and venerated by the words—
I love you—
But I’m the son of someone else’s curse
Still undecided—which is worse?
To be sorry—or be grateful

Favourite Horny City | Toronto
Written by Hayden Scott

When I was nineteen I flew two hours from Nashville, Tennessee to Toronto, Canada. This trip would be the first of many to this magic city over the course of the next several years. I remember getting on the plane and there were actually like only nine people on the entire flight. It felt so liminal and ridiculous to be up in the sky on this boat-ass plane basically all alone, but it was gorgeous and I passionately remember listening to Solange’s A Seat at the Table whilst beaming as Toronto’s skyline came into view for the first time.

I came to the city to connect with someone from Tumblr. This was still an era where people really connected on the platform and I myself made a lot of wonderful friends that I still have today. I get so many visions of the clubs there at the time, several of which are long gone now. It felt like a nineties fever dream: gogo boys on boxes wearing silver thongs, spotlights shining down on the crowd like heavenly rays. Sweat and sex and smoke fill the air.

I get particularly horny for Toronto because of how nostalgic it is for me. Toronto was where I saw a full-nude dancer for the first time. Toronto was where I fell in love with Bjork. I bought weed for the first time in boys town and met Tynomi Banks at Woody’s. I’d never been to a bathhouse before I went to Toronto. The seedy, kinky underbelly of being queer that I love so much now was really just exposed to me at that time.

Since then, I’ve moved to Los Angeles, and because of my time up north I’ve really been able to give myself the freedom to explore this new city and also explore myself and desire. I think I came to Toronto a young man, I left Toronto a faggot.

Hayden Scott “Back in Time”. Director: Brian Oldham. Creative Director: Hayden Scott Kunselman Director of Photography: Alex Stoddard

Hayden Scott
linktr.ee/haydenscott

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