Spirits
A Glass Full Of Life
... sometimes you are reminded of the first sip, and sometimes you find something new, but every time you get closer to its truth. Its essence.
5 Taaka-Cranberries In
Sex makes me uncomfortable. Sure, I like it. Yet, the carnivorous aspect of coitus has always been lost on me. And here, in this Houston home with a red light in the window flagging down gays like the Bat Signal, everyone is ravenous.
Neat & Dirty
I ran the glass over my lips, spreading the burn of the lingering liquid, and pulled out a black sweater that would be demure if not for the particular interplay between its semi-deep V and my own advantages.
Words That Bind
He’d asked about my secrets, so I shared my fantasies. Now we were both unmasked.
Pickup On Aisle Threesome
A part of me — not my ass, particularly — would normally find this sort of chauvinism deplorable. Still, somewhere between traumatizing-sexual-encounter and needing-attention-from-men, my indignation evaporates.
The Seductive Side Of Cannabis
Then Garance leaves the room. She comes back with a small package and the type of dangerous smile you put on when you’re about to do something bad.
A Tutte Le Persone Che Ci Odiano, Vaffanculo!
Every night, I would say buona notte as I left, searching his eyes for recognition. You’re still here, I’d think. Don’t go yet. On the last night when he was still speaking, he said it back to me, quietly, as I left the room. Buona notte.
Uncle John & The Singapore Sling
For two full seconds all I can think about is stripping down to my white briefs and running out onto the dance floor.
Our Love In 68 Lines
... his breath tickled my ear. My pulse quickened, and I felt my face go hot. Something new began to stir inside me.
Fear & Loving In Big Sur
I can't say if it was the sound of the water, an effect of the 'shrooms, or simply the empty echo of so many minutes without human speech.
The Blues Sound Better Drunk & Naked
Music is Dorothy's heel-click. It's a pinch of Harry’s Floo Powder. It's the rocket ship in which Calvin becomes Spaceman Spiff.
Man On The Shoulder
We could see black smoke rising high into the air before we even got close to the interstate. I knew this was going to be bad.
Don't Shoot Chopin
In the mirror, I’m a barely recognizable 98 pounds — “Olsen-twin chic” as I call it. But there’s nothing chic about this at all. I’ve been self-destructive, chasing pretenses of glamour — and for what? I’m disgusted with myself.
Everybar, USA
I need more than just a drink, I need a pick-me-up, a familiar taste. After all, the pineapple is the symbol of hospitality. Why not order Stiggins’ and hope for the best?
Master Of Some
See, this way, I can prove I’m smart — an urgent need as I continue to fail spectacularly in French or algebra. I can prove it, in particular, to my Dad. Beat him at his own game, make him proud — it’s flawless logic, no?
Someone Like Adele
I can feel my face falling as though I’ve just had a stroke. But as he kneels behind me and starts giving me a rim job, my anger subsides.
The Hong Kong Philosophers' Club
She reaches for her lighter. My fingers brush her hand as I take it from her. I make a flame and bring it to her mouth, her lips so full and perfect though she wears no lipstick.
Gin For The Journey
This woman will be rewarded in heaven for her mercy. I mean, I don’t believe in heaven, but… I do believe in gin.
Rooting Around In Nature
I could feel the cool midnight breeze tickling my bare skin...
Pinky Rings & Chevys
There are a few of us having a fancy meal and drinking a douchey French rosé called Ruse le Douche, talking about how dissecting comedy is awful. It’s the show’s host, the playwright, my girlfriend, and myself. I should have gotten more stoned.
Then I Kissed The Girl
I had tried to imagine making the first move, but my brain had stuttered and stalled. Would I be able to put my face so close to someone else’s without flinching, years of training in respecting personal space flooding my head?