My Latex Client
My Latex Client The Hotel on Rivington used to be a sexy place to go, but it has been a few years and it has since receded into the cement, brick and blue glass Tetris shapes of the old and new Lower East Side. There was a year I worked exclusively out of that hotel,...
The Myth of Vera
Kink Anniversaries
In the Beginning
In the Beginning January 10th, 2005 I am ready to begin from the end as I have already ended at the beginning. I am nineteen-years-old, but I tell people that I am eighteen because the younger you are in New York, the more people seem to let you get away with. It has...
Ritual
Ritual From the moment I step off the flight at Denpasar, I step into magic. The floral aroma of frangipani immerses me, and time begins to slow down. I follow in tow, taking one careful step in front of the other, inching my way into the rising sun greeting me...
Marked Bodies
Marked Bodies Every time I close my eyes to descend down into my shaman’s hole, I see that tree in the back yard with its gnarled roots protruding from the dirt and the soil. I remember the climb, and I remember the crash down. The first time I fall is an accident,...
Old Longings
Old Longings “Old longings nomadic leap, chafing at custom’s chain, again from its brutal sleep Wakens the feral strain” Jack London, Call of the Wild The thing about leather is it becomes protective for a human only after the animal is dead. There is an...
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