Schillers, Oysters, and Poly Bliss

The bartenders at Schillers pour some of the best Manhattans around. They add a splash of Grand Marnier which gives a taste of citrus but somehow doesn’t make it overly sweet. I only drank about half of mine before my boyfriend showed up, and I quickly ordered him one as well. He had the day off from work, which meant that instead of his normal attire he was dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and a black jacket, all of which made him look like a fucking rockstar.


A few minutes later my girlfriend and her husband arrived, and we moved to a table, ordered a few dozen oysters and another round of drinks. Our plan was to meet up early for a bite and good cocktails before heading over to the monthly Poly Happy Hour event on Delancey. We’ve been going on and off for about five or six years now, and it’s an event that brings in family members from across a wide range of scenes in New York. There are kinksters, swingers, unicorns, and radical-trans-queers who are into library science. There are bi-boys, leather daddies, non-leather daddies, and the simply curious.


We sat and laughed over our drinks, our oysters, and our sliders, as all four of us basked in the warm air blowing through the window. Spring has finally come to New York and it is perfect. A and I held hands beneath the table while her husband and J laughed and smiled, and I had one of those rare poly moments that have felt elusive for a long time. I felt loved, I felt happy, and I felt content. And maybe, most of all, I felt at ease with three dear friends who reveled in each other’s company.


Happy Hour was full of old friends, new friends, and joyful acquaintances, and we moved about easily, sliding from one to another as we talked, shared drinks, and kissed in the dark corners of the bar. When J and I held hands or kissed, A looked on with a smile, and when I wrapped my arms around her, he kissed my head and told us how pretty we were. There was more laughter than anything else, but as the evening wore on, I felt happier and happier by the minute.


Later that night, as I made my way home by myself, I paused long enough to be grateful. It isn’t always like this, and even when it is, I don’t always notice. Maybe it was spring, maybe the warm breeze, or maybe it was simply the full moon lending her bright reflection, but as I moved seamlessly between friends and lovers, I was reminded of what it feels like to experience complete and boundless joy.


It says something that I still find my own happiness to be a surprise, but through all the challenges and trials that come with an open life, it does often catch me unaware. But with their warm hands on mine, their lips against my cheek, and the smell of spring in the air, I am reminded once more that it’s possible.


And that makes everything else worthwhile.

-gny

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Some days we need to play a little harder. A little rougher and a little stronger. Some days we need to push ourselves to forgetting and letting go. 

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It’s good to have friends. 

Look what’s happening again? We are in a new and bigger space with a stage and shit. It’s at a great bar with a private room in the back. Also new guest readers! It’s going to epic. Seriously. Come get drunk with us and listen to dirty stories.
gny

Look what’s happening again? We are in a new and bigger space with a stage and shit. It’s at a great bar with a private room in the back. Also new guest readers! It’s going to epic. Seriously. Come get drunk with us and listen to dirty stories.

gny

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Infrared.
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Red.
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 Now I’m just finding all the good kisses.

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 Now I’m just finding all the good kisses.

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And threesome kissing photos are also nice. 

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And threesome kissing photos are also nice. 

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Kissing photos are some of my favorite photos. 

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Kissing photos are some of my favorite photos. 

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Please say it’s almost time for this again. Blankets, short dresses, kisses on the neck, and grass against my feet are much needed.

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Please say it’s almost time for this again. Blankets, short dresses, kisses on the neck, and grass against my feet are much needed.

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I love fucking without taking off my clothes. Or hers. A lifted dress, a lowered zipper, and I can be inside her anywhere. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#753)

I love fucking without taking off my clothes. Or hers. A lifted dress, a lowered zipper, and I can be inside her anywhere. 

dorothydarker:

This weekend Elsha La Rossa and I, along with our Salon Fantasia company, had an absolutely perfect evening sharing ideas and art with our friends. Here is a peek - photos by Walter Wlodarczyk.

This was a really beautiful and amazing evening. And the photos are lovely!

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I almost forgot how lovely these photos of Ginger are. Here’s another one. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#752)

I almost forgot how lovely these photos of Ginger are. Here’s another one. 

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I’m sort of craving ice cream now. And it’s freezing out. Hmmm…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#749)

I’m sort of craving ice cream now. And it’s freezing out. Hmmm…