OneLegUp

In which Charlotte and I finally are able to give each other what the other needs. Mostly.

Charlotte eats a new pussy. And so do I….

The date before the date….

We’re off to a sex party.

I don’t fit in among the polyamorists or the swingers — too earnest for the one crowd, not earnest enough for the other.

When I wrote this discussion of a GQ profile of Deen, we didn’t know him to be a rapist. Or at least, a poor handler of a rape accusation.

A sex party in a Bushwick loft, with velvet pouches, topless acrobats, and a crowd that works in public radio.

A weekly sex party in a borrowed Manhattan apartment, where everyone gets naked at 9:30 and you can still be home by midnight.

A review of one of the sexier party options in New York — where the dress code is white or nothing, and the crowd delivers on both counts.

A guided tour of New York’s grungiest, most democratic sex club — limestone façade, crudités, and all.