March 2010
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February 2010
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Bad Manners to Refuse
“It’s surprisingly difficult to find a man willing to fuck me while my husband watches,” she said during a lull in the conversation. I look at them both over the rim of my Martini glass, and I suddenly realized that my night might be a bit more exciting than a quiet drink at my neighborhood bar.
“I know this is silly,” her husband continued, “but it’s almost as if men don’t notice that my wife is...
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Rhyming Jenny
There’s a girl in the East Village who can’t lie. She says she was cursed by her own Grandmother before she died, and of course we believe her. She spends a lot of her time drunk, and at the dive bars and coffee houses she hangs out in she’s known as Rhyming Jenny.
The Dirty Gentleman and I sat down next to her one night at the 11th Street Bar where she was listening to a fiddler and knocking...
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Thirteen Inches of Snow
“There’s thirteen inches of snow in Central Park this morning and seven and a half in me,” she said when I picked up the phone.
“Where are you?”
“In my bed.” I could tell she wasn’t lying by the sound of her voice. She was breathing fast and I could hear the sound of skin against skin. When she wasn’t talking she was moaning or whispering something to her unknown lover.
“Tell him to...
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Cyber What?
“When was the last time you had cyber-sex?”
I had to pause for a moment, because even as I was laughing at the question I felt a shiver run through me that brought back memory. It’s a silly phrase that sounds juvenile and reeks of desperation, but somewhere in there is another reality. It’s the reality that even words on a screen can bring us over the edge when they’re typed by the right...
“Sex has saved me. From myself especially. From going so deep into the spirals of...”
– Sinclair Sexsmith (via nightmarebrunette)
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There's Nothing's Wrong
I’m getting bored of fucking my professor. He’s getting clingy and attached and the thrill is completely gone. I went from feeling dangerous, wild, and inappropriate to mildly disinterested in the course of three months. The problem is that there’s nothing wrong.
Once things settled down I thought I could get it back by cheating. I know, it’s silly, but I thought maybe sleeping with someone...
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Just One
“If you could only fuck one person for the rest of your life, who would it be?”
“Myself.”
“Fine. Make it two people. Yourself and someone else.”
“I think either my first boyfriend, or my tenth grade English teacher. It’s hard to decide, since I never slept with either of them, but the one would keep me laughing for the next sixty years and the other…”
“What about the other?”
“The other...
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A Walk in the Park
“Will you do something for me?” she asked one night at the bar.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m in for trouble?”
“I’m going to walk out of the bar in a couple minutes. I’ll go out, across the street and into Tompkins Square Park, and I want you to follow me. Stay back just far enough to make me nervous, but not terrified. I’ll walk through some of the darker corners of the park and when...
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Crushes on Katies
I fall in love with Stephanies. There was one when I was twelve, another in college, and one afterwards who I would have given the world for. I get nervous when I meet someone new with the name because I know how often it’s true. I fall in love with Stephanies. I make out with Heathers like a frantic teenager. For some reason we always end up in the back of a car or the bathroom of the club. ...
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Ex on the Train at 4am
(This was my first blog post. I discovered Tumblr via Bendmeover. Thank you!)
I’m stuck at a dying party with no one to talk to and a missing g-string. The street is hot and the subway is hotter but at least by now it’s empty.
There’s only two other people on the train and I sit down directly across from one of them before I realize it’s my ex boyfriend. Shivers. Where those good or...
