I wonder what it’d be like to have sex with a blind woman.
Lately, the business of being N, and of managing relationships with “Distant Buddies,” has been interesting. P, about whom I’ve written a fair amount (Folly), has been having a lot go on in her life, and while I think things are substantively unchanged between us (we still plan to meet, and soon-ish), the earlier frenzy […]
I don’t know her name. I know the first letter of her name. And I know the last letter. I know that she’s young, 24. I know only a few bare-bones details about her life. We rarely talk about anything other than one another’s bodies, about the things we want to do to one another. […]