I’m at another random bar with another random stranger wearing your pants, no panties, and waiting to bleed. I wonder if he can smell it… Tonight’s trick is attractive. He’s tall. He has dreadlocks. He has blue eyes. He fucked his girlfriend before he came out to meet me in order to spite her. If I had FuckBook, I would see her fat face two profile pictures back. That’s not me though. He doesn’t know that your dick was in my mouth a...
I knew it the minute he mentioned north and south Italy. “It’s very different. North and south Italy. Have you been there?” He’s from close to Rome, and I have family born in Sicily. I have an Australian passport in my closet. I consider myself a global citizen. “No,” I tell him growing bored of the conversation and already forgetting how we met in the first place. “I haven’t been there.” His wife left him a month ago, and you...
Two (an excerpt) “We kiss in Sperlonga,” he promises. “…my voice is F flat, it’s terrible. I know this.” “I only dream of you,” I tell him. “Every night. Every night, I dream of your touch.” “Every dream, I feel your touch.” He’s been in Italy for two weeks and we’ve been together two months and there have been two other humans in my life to turn my head. But… nothing like this. When his voice touches the...
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...
Transport Delivery “Thanks for not having sex with me.” There’s nothing quite like a 27 year old lover scorned. We started sleeping together when he was 24. I ended it recently for someone who is 52 and speaks French. Someone who appreciates shoes, smells like tangerines and tastes like vanilla. Certain things are worth the sacrifice. I’m on the corner of 44th Street and 3rd Avenue at 8 in the morning, when midtown is just as hopping as...