My affair with Serena is flickering out, and the pain has been overwhelming. I’ve kept my thoughts hidden, too raw and vulnerable. Now, I’m torn between rage and terror, emotions that clash with my rational understanding.

Sixty-nine with Serena. That’s what.

I find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

Serena is late, and disappoints me just a bit. Turns out, I manage it fine.

Serena and I attend Chemistry – NYC’s best sex party – for their “Short shorts and booty T’s” party.

I’m headed off to the Chemistry sex party with Serena, and I can’t. Fucking. Wait.

I’m headed back to Chemistry, and very excited….

A birthday meal. And a disappearance.

Packing instructions, wardrobe requirements, and a shopping itinerary for Serena’s visit.