About 20 hours from now, my plane will take off from JFK to Berlin, and then fly from Berlin to Rome. At this point, I feel like I am essentially paralyzed with excitement. All of the packing and preparing and talking to the luthier every day has swirled me into a pile of bones that needs to be put on a plane. There's really just nothing else I'm decent at right now... In effort to defy jet lag, I'm planning to stay up all night. This way when I...
It's about three am. There's a reason I haven't been around for four days. I've spent most of the time feeling bad for myself, generally self-loathing. Some of this behavior I put back to my non-traditional upbringing. Most of it I put to the fact that the absence of the love of my life has me slowly suffocating. Considering that I have never been in a relationship of a comparable capacity, with any man, my entire life... prior to now - it's...
The neighbors didn’t know if they loved or hated what they were hearing. But they definitely heard. Because the two of us weren’t quiet. Like, when I exhaled, the bed frame rattled. And when he whispered, the floor vibrated. And the entire time, we smoked and drank espresso. There was nothing in the refrigerator, except for dark chocolate (90%!) and champagne. I always kept a fresh glass of water on the night table, the one on my side of the...
We made up. That was the worst fight ev-ER. I don't fight with anyone. I leave. My boyfriend refers to me as a "flight risk". That is a bit of my mantra. There's more than one reason that I have two passports. I've been in Brooklyn since Friday. Later on today, when I'm done with work, I'm going to write filthy stories about Cony Island. I'll post one tonight. There's something about Anthony and I that is utterly divine. We're never allowed to...
I bumped my head the night we met and never saw things the same way again. The second day I saw him, we walked down a boardwalk along a salt-scented Brooklyn coastline. He wore sweatpants and a baseball hat and we talked about him being first generation and me having left for a decade. We comment on the different shades of green blossoms in each other’s eyes. He kisses me at Cony Island, on the subway and all other kinds of pubic places. “I...