Namaste blog tribe I ran last week. Uptown, downtown, east and west. Friday I swam on the roof of a west village hotel and touched pink toes with a divine new companion who resides in California. Saturday the most legit Artist I have literally ever encountered sat at my big black table and created in a way that widened my eyes and stretched my smile. Serious business. Sunday was Pride, enough said. July is going to be a wonderous, alcohol free...
We’re in love by our third martini. Mine dirty, his with a twist. There is an excitement knowing how fast and temporary this will be. The waitstaff are talking about us. When he leans in closer to hear my voice more clearly, I smell violets and cigarettes on his collar, and lemon vodka on his breath. I subtly swoop toward him and we briefly touch cheeks. His skin is as soft as the summer atmosphere around us and the dim streetlights above. We...
You told me to write you a story. “I want it to be true, baby. I want you to tell me the truth about the things that you do.” You don’t know a thing about what I do. All you know is what I tell you. And over the past two weeks, since you responded to my craigslist ad, I’ve told you random things. Banter. “It’s interesting that you’re a surgeon, I manage a hedge fund. There aren’t a lot of women in finance. Isn’t it important to...
I'm really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I've even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone's first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday. "So wait?" I told myself. "The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare - has only played like, one...