Massage parlors
Back in the day, I was a habitual denizen of massage parlors. Not the kind where you go to get[…]
Read moreBack in the day, I was a habitual denizen of massage parlors. Not the kind where you go to get[…]
Read moreA couple of folks have asked for a little… clarity… about who I am, how I come to be here[…]
Read moreThis week’s New Yorker has an article by James Wood about Michel Houellebecq, a French writer of some fame who[…]
Read moreGo shopping, online. Your quarry: what you would (you will) pack for a weeklong vacation with me, in a warm[…]
Read moreI sit in the bar, waiting. It’s dark. The piano player is in his cups. My phone vibrates with your[…]
Read moreAfter a hiccup (or hiccough, as I prefer to spell it), it seems L and I will shortly be back[…]
Read moreI’m at the bar. You should sit in the corner, on the bench, visible to me….. We will be here[…]
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