October 2011
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Anal Slut
new york craigslist > manhattan > personals > casual encounters
Anal Slut looking for date.
This will be our evening:
You will pick me up at 7 at my apartment. Not 6:55 and not 7:05. From there we will walk to Angel’s Share where you will order two Hendricks martinis. In Japanese.
After our drinks we will have dinner at Holy Basil. You will order me the pad thai with no squid...
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Lucky I Don't Want You
I’m not allowed to be alone with his sister.
Unfortunately he told her that. In his perfectly honest way he told her that I had a bit of a crush on her and it just wouldn’t be a good idea for us to hang out without him being there. He patted her on the shoulder and hugged her and said thanks for understanding.
So, of course, she texts me last night: “I hear you have a crush on...
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We Came Like Hamlet
The Schoolgirl themed party actually took place in an old Catholic school.
Don’t ask my how that was set up or who organized it, but it was almost real enough to be creepy. We wore suits and ties, blue blazers, and tweed jackets; we wore Dockers and blue shirts, sweater vests and loafers. A few of us even showed up in tracksuits looking more like Sue Sylvester than anyone else.
They showed up...
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Do I Get a Reward?
“I’ll be there in three minutes. I expect to taste your pussy on your fingers when I arrive.” I walked into the bar right on time, and I smiled before kissing her on the cheek. I took her hand in mine and raised it to my lips without saying a word. She tasted of… well, she tasted of pussy. Her pussy to be exact. “I love how you follow directions.” “Do I...
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Babysitter Porn
“What are you writing?”
“Babysitter porn.”
“What? You don’t read me babysitter porn. All I get to read is your emo erotica bullshit. I love everybody, fall is so pretty, and her smile is all I ever need kinda crap. Why you no share?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know you liked that.”
“Did you know I was a babysitter for the most dreamy man ever when I was in high...
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Painting
She kept her paint in a hat box. It was her grandmother’s, but somewhere along the line the hats has disappeared and only the boxes remained. She removed each tube every time she painted, and she set the box down under her easel with her left foot gently resting on the lid. She painted in a bathrobe, and she drank red wine. The last time I posed for her was exactly like the first time. I...
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Cowboy Boots and Tequila
(Note: I found this on my phone last night. I must have written it last week after a few drinks and somehow forgotten about it. Good times.)
She was wearing cowboy boots and drinking tequila. Neat.
“Can we just pretend that I had the most awesome pick up line ever and you’ve agreed to let me buy you a drink?”
“No.”
“That sucks. Wanna buy me one to help...
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Slutwalk, Guy Culture, and Ending Violence
Slutwalk was easy.
Chanting was easy, meeting up with old friends was easy, and showing my support and solidarity was easy. When I stepped out of Union Square and grabbed a drink at Lillie’s after the march, the hard part started.
Ending rape culture means changing guy culture. It means telling the guy next to me at the bar that his joke wasn’t funny. It means telling a client his...
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