There is one thing in life I fear more than anything else. One feeling worse than any other: the pang of rejection. It is, for me, bodily. In its anticipation, my heart quickens, my chest tightens, my shoulders hunch, I slouch, my solar plexus clenches. And that’s just in anticipation. If the rejection I fear […]
Two, not mine. One, 25, blonde. She’s tiny, probably was a ballerina. She wears black yoga pants and a green leotard. She’s slender, has tiny breasts. An amazing ass for someone with such minimal curves. Her face is angular. I can’t take my eyes off of her when she’s in the gym. Every time she […]
I’ve drunk at the altar of Freud. Or, maybe more accurately, Freud is my bartender. I believe in the unconscious. Profoundly. I speak the language of psychoanalysis, in all of its weird, uncomfortable-making ways. I believe in the universality of Oedipus (not in the simplistic, every-boy-wants-to-fuck-his-mother sense, but in the more complex, every-child-learns-everything-s/he-knows-about-love-and-desire-primarily-through-her-or-his-relationships-with-her-or-his-parents sense). I […]
I recently found myself thinking about this trope. Do girls really prefer “bad boys”? What does that mean? This question has come up twice in the last week in the context of the “father” part of my tagline, up above. All my life, until… well, until “N” was born, I was a “good boy.” (You […]
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I was at a bat mitzvah. There were something like seventy-five young girls and boys. The boys were unremarkable, small, squeaky, awkward. The girls, much less so. Teetering on three- and four-inch heels, wearing revealing dresses, made up (some garishly, some tastefully), and porting breasts and hips to which they hadn’t yet grown accustomed, these […]
Her boots, to the top of her calves, in leggings, to the bottom of her soft suede coat, stuffed with her silken paisley scarf, wrapped around her caramel neck, with her wispy hair tucked into her scarf, framing her high cheekbones, her almond-shaped, dark eyes, her delicately glossed lips. Just imagine: every element of this […]
I love how they show off your body. How they cling to your calves, your knees, your thighs. I love how, when you wear them, I see – I can’t not see – the curve of your ass, your hips, your thighs. Under a skirt? Under a dress? Without either? Damn. More, please. More.