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Sky Burton

Sky Burton

The Day I Asked Google If Gay Dragons Could Get Pregnant

The Day I Asked Google If Gay Dragons Could Get Pregnant

It started off innocently enough searching for answers to questions like, what’s too steamy? How many thrusts is too many thrusts? Is a metaphorical shower scene safe if nobody gets explicitly rinsed? Does anyone know??

His voice sounded like Jeff Goldblum—flirty, dirty, possibly dangerous.

Chapter 8 - Just a Small Bite

Few outside the industry realized that corporations had already begun harvesting vast quantities of personal data with plans to unleash targeted psychological warfare campaigns (that's what they told the sheep, anyway).

They Called Him a Savior

They Called Him a Savior

He doesn’t chase fame the way others do. He doesn’t conform but he doesn’t give you the full version of himself just because you demand it—and that drives some people wild.

Bad Influence. Is therapy always the best option?

Galaxy and Other Bad Influences

His office smelled like cigarettes and leather—surprisingly masculine, possibly intentional. He looked around 42, maybe 45. Tall, graying, with a lean build and a way-too-fitted sweater that hugged his chest and emphasized his arms. He dressed in shades of gray, like a fog bank with opinions.

What can you do about the bugs in Costa Rica?

Bugs on Tape

It began innocently enough. The inch-long millipedes that crisscrossed the bathroom floor were oddly entertaining at first. I’d brush my teeth and watch them march in neat rows to, well, I don’t know where they were going.

What kind of ants come into your house in Costa Rica and clean up all the insects? What are the cleaner ants of Costa Rica?

OMG - The Cleaner Ants of Costa Rica!

I made fresh coffee and perched on the deck rail. Below, a toucan flung bananas into its beak with frat-boy finesse. Capuchin monkeys chattered and wrestled in the trees. The rainforest rolled out before me like a living, breathing quilt. And the ants? Vanished.

Torrey Pines Golf Club does not carry this sweatshirt.

Fast, Fluffy, and Furious

I’m usually pretty organized. The kind of person with alphabetized spice racks and a backup phone charger in every bag. But every once in a while, life throws me a curveball—like a last-minute call from a PR client asking me to meet them outside the Del Mar Thoroughbred