January 2011
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A Rough Bout?
We sat in front of a fire at The Blind Tiger after a rough bout of morning sex. Or was it a bout of rough morning sex? Maybe it didn’t matter. We were achy and tender and we drank our beer for breakfast. “I haven’t been fucked like that since Vassar,” she said. “You didn’t go to Vassar.” “Yeah, but I visited a lot.” I was eating a grilled cheese with spicy tomato soup and the bar was quiet in...
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The Story of Myself
The story I tell myself isn’t entirely accurate. I don’t mean the story I tell others (although that too), but the story I tell to myself. I’m calm and easy going and she never makes me nervous. I’m cheerful and hopeful and I’m grounded in the present. I’m comfortable in my own skin, and I move through the world with a smile on my lips that shows I’m...
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Sex and Violence
“Not one of you knows the difference between sex and violence.” We were a sea of smiling faces nodding our heads in unison as she lectured us in the meeting room. We were in college, neck deep in identity politics, and we were tearing down every “archy” we could get our hands on. Men were predators, no meant no, and everything was a covenant or an act of aggression. I can...
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The Coffee Tastes Like Diesel Fuel
“It’s snowing again,” I grumbled over early morning coffee. We sometimes sit together before work at an old New York diner that feels like it fell of a train in 1957. We eat scrambled eggs, drink diesel fuel, and make each other feel normal. “You know, I was in love with a woman for six months, and I never said a word.” He was sounding nostalgic, and I listened without thinking. “I see her...
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Three Snowballs
It took three snowballs before she opened the window. The two of us were a bit drunk, and when she stuck her head out we could tell she was cranky. I suppose it was two in the morning. “What the fuck do you want?” “Sex!” I said in my best stage whisper. “We want to fuck you!” he added in his worst. She looked at us for a while and I had no clue if she would say yes. It was a ridiculous idea...
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Terrible At Waiting
“Put your hands on the bed.” She did as she was told, and for just a second I was surprised. We hadn’t played in over a month, and I wondered if everything had changed. I stood behind her, staring at the small of her back, and I tried to take it slowly. I wanted to tease her and toy with her until she was a quivering mess, and I wanted to take all night. “Lift up your skirt.” With one hand she...
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Learning to Say No
“Dancers won’t like you if you don’t fuck them.” We were sitting at the Stonewall even though it would be sixteen months before I was legally allowed to be there. I was getting lessons from an older man, and if he reveled in the stares we were getting, I hardly noticed. We were on our way to the loft of a famous choreographer I had never heard of. Back then I hadn’t...
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The Lake Shore Limited
She climbed into bed with me when the blustering winds off the great lakes shook the train. We had been sleeping for an hour in our own bunks, but the sounds and furry outside woke us with a start. I pulled the curtain back to watch the swirling snow in the dark, and she curled up against me with a leg over my body. She kissed my neck when I wrapped my arm around her, and we held each other...
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Fucking With A View
Everyone in New York is obsessed over fucking with a view. If you have the highest office window you have a leg up, and if your apartment looks out over the park you’re golden. If you see bridges and rivers through the curtains, then the world if your oyster, and if you look up through your skylight at the bright sun above, you’re lucky beyond belief. When it’s too cold for the rooftop and the...
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Feeling The Same Way
I knew a girl in college whose cunt was softer than butter. I wanted her more than I loved her, and I broke her heart without ever trying. Our friendship was all about me calling her beautiful and her telling me to fuck off. We laughed in both directions, and we only kissed when we were sober. We walked through the East Village at two am one morning and it was past the hour when kissing was...
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I'll Tell You In The Morning
“Is it still a one night stand if we fuck in the shower the next morning?” “Actually I was thinking of asking you to lunch as well.” “Well that’s just confusing.” “I know. I didn’t even let you do your walk of shame alone. And this breakfast is way too comfortable for its own good.” “Maybe we can call it a two night stand?” “With a full day in between?” “And another shower.” “What about tomorrow?”...
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