2013

I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would pulse through me. Excitement, sure, but also shame, embarrassment, fear. I must have craved all of those things; we don’t…

I dashed into the library, a few minutes to kill between appointments, and I sat myself at the “Charging Station,” the place where those of us with phones, laptops, and suffering from the deficiencies of battery life. The dude next…

I wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which she learns where we’re headed…. N. asked me to meet him at a new bar for our date. I arrived…

I apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented it really well, and I – well, I just let too much time pass since then to be able to…

Yesterday, I posted on how unavailability is sexy, and desperation isn’t. Once in a while, I write a post that fails, completely, to communicate what I mean. This post was one of those. I seem to have struck a nerve,…

Some quick thoughts on me: 1) I want. I like. I picked the name “N. Likes” sort of happenstance-ly (see a post to come on just how I did). But it’s true. I like. A lot. And I want. A…

The bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at the far end of the bar, near the door, sipping her drink, alone. I sat ten or so patrons down,…

V and I recently had a date. It was hot. You’ll read about it in due time. I just finished my part 1, she just finished her part 1. They’re very different. They focus on different parts of the first…

Love is to having as desire is to getting. Every toddler, every parent, every ad man, every human knows this. We want to imagine the new thing  –  the shiny red car, the soda, the perfume, the razor, the concert,…

“Can you tell me some of your experiences with girls in public? What aspects you’ve enjoyed about them? Where you draw the line?”   When I was in my early twenties, I read The Orton Diaries, the diaries of the…