2012

A.O. Scott’s review of “Shame” in The New York Times alludes to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 129: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage,…

Newt Gingrich asked his wife for an open marriage.  Sort of.  Not really.  Really, he asked her not to divorce him while he continued to fuck Callista.  She says he asked her for an open marriage. I’m continually baffled by our…

I’m sad. I’ve lost something I really value, with someone I really care about. Is it made harder or easier by the fact that it’s involuntary, that neither of us wants it to stop? I’m not sure. Her husband needs…

She wears a short cotton dress, no bra.  The taste of my cum surely is fresh in her mouth.  Her nipples poke out against the fabric.  The hotel is filled with wankers in khakis and golf shirts.  Though they leave…

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The Herald Square Hotel is in midtown Manhattan, convenient to, well, pretty much everything in midtown.  It’s a hotel – a sort of budget hotel, but unlike the Carlton Arms, it caters primarily to grown-ups, and unlike the Liberty Inn,…

The Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two years ago now).  I recall everything she writes vividly, but still, it’s jarring to read it in her words –…

Writing about, reading about, fucking I did almost two years ago, I’m reminded of how passive I was when fucking, how far I’ve traveled since then.  (The Historian has just sent me her contemporaneous notes from the time referenced in this…

She thought about it.  She decided to come.  It would be two nights and a day-and-a-half.  The deal was, she would relax by the pool, enjoy the weather (it was May – still cool up north, much warmer in South…

Down the busy block from Baruch College – an undergraduate school of CUNY – in a residential neighborhood of no distinguishable character, the Carlton Arms (or “Artbreak Hotel”) sits. It feels seedy as you approach the locked front door and buzz for…