Sheila
In which I fingered a visiting dignitary in a bar.
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Love in the dust
Traveling through Europe with my father at thirteen or fourteen: our itinerary took us to Hungary, among other places, and[…]
Read moreMy desires
I sit in a bar. I drink my scotch. I match with a cute, not hot, Indian woman. Verging on[…]
Read moreThoughts before a date (2)
I’m continuing to fantasize about my upcoming date. In this post, I mull a couple of ways we might combat some painful structural limitations we will face during our date.
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It’s a bitch. Jack Kornfield once gave a talk in which he described his (and my) experience of it in[…]
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