I’m imagining my core fantasy. First, what will you all wear? A sea of women…. Allie? Eva? The Historian? Isabel?[…]
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Elegy for P (first in a series)
I’ve never “broken up with” a distant buddy. The nature of these relationships is almost structurally overdetermined not to get[…]
Read moreDistant buddy trust-building, in real time
Lately, the business of being N, and of managing relationships with “Distant Buddies,” has been interesting. P, about whom I’ve[…]
Read moreWisdom vs. Folly
If you’ve been keeping score at home, wisdom, thus far, has prevailed. But folly is mounting a tremendous rally. Do[…]
Read moreSpreadsheeting orgasms
If you’re a geek like me, those two words, together, are pretty much the cat’s fucking meow. (Speaking of which,[…]
Read moreFolly, part 5
[Don’t miss P’s orgasm, at the end of this post….] Some minutes pass. I stroke your hair, gently. I hadn’t[…]
Read moreFolly, part 4 (Biter)
“Round 1, you son of a bitch. Your turn….” The look in your eye scares me. “Don’t you dare be[…]
Read moreFolly, part 3
You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it. You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs. You[…]
Read moreFolly, part 2
You fumble with the key card. You open the door. You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard,[…]
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This piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your[…]
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