His lap was my hero. It saved me from facing exhaustion. In the folds of his worn denim I relaxed my hair. We had the whole house. There was no life except for “Amélie.” It was my first time watching it. He was curious about my scalp and hair, exploring them with his fingers and palms. My eyes closed. I was relaxed. I remember being touched like that a long time ago – during the part of my life as […]
Categories: secrets, stories • Tags: Amélie, Bedroom, chaise lounge, Halloween
Last night I visited kink.com. The offices are in the city and I’ve been thinking about taking a tour for a while. Overwhelmed with all things involving internet browsing, looking at pictures of naked woman after naked woman was no different. It made me think, especially on a porn site where you’re confronted with at least 50 images directly in front of you, how important branding yourself and being unique is. I would think you would need a character or strong […]
Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: androgyny, armory studios, Fantasy, fetish, Internet pornography, kink.com, Masturbation, porn, san francisco, secret diary of a call girl, Sexuality
“And to think, you do it all without the help of psychedelics.”
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“I had never felt you so warm. this morning i was freezing for some unknown reason and you draped your body on top of mine. limb by limb i felt your heat rapidly spreading over me. Your flesh is always so theraputic. I awoke soon after your flesh had completely fused with my own as i found you to be gone and no longer to the side of me. you put me in such a state. a few tears were […]
Categories: secrets • Tags: love letter, Mental Health
The closest I’ll ever get to a rollercoaster is this playground right here. Steel pipes dragon back their way across a mulch filled pit. Logs, gray from weather, connect the pipes, going up and down, up and down. Finding this quiet playground had me ecstatic just moments ago. I was sitting on the lowest log at my highest point. The shadow play and textures were amazing. I photographed what was in front of me and behind me. I wanted to […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: love, norma kamali incense, Perfume, playgrounds, witches
Every time I click “view video” I get re-directed to a black screen. Maybe the internet is telling me to look up – to take a pause from porn. “There’s nothing you will see that you can’t achieve yourself. With your intelligence and creativity, all you need to do is grab a pair of scissors and a few sheets of paper; you don’t even have to cut – you can origami your way to climax.” I click the link a […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: amouage interlude man, origami, porn, shower
She shuffled her collection of holiday cards on the counter in front of me, selected one, and gave it to me, with a nudge. There was a chubby penguin on the front wrapped head to toe in a scarf. I only knew it was a penguin because there was webbed feet at the bottom plus a beak peeking out through one of the scarf folds. I nodded in approval and returned the card. She put it back in my hands […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Christmas cards, death, etat libre d'orange RIEN, mistletoe, Perfume
Guadalupe screamed at me from the bathroom, “ROSA! ROSA! Joo need a chower!” I pay this woman $140 for 3 hours every two weeks to clean my studio apartment and to remind me that I need to clean myself as well. She’s caught on to the clues that I haven’t bathed: the deodorant that’s been sitting on the bathroom shelf for weeks – lid off but protective film strip still on, the hair-drawing-less subway tiles, the missing soap scraps, the […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Cocaine, flossing, slumberhouse norne
black marble Good for sitting in your closet all day and wondering how many bobby pins you can find.
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Her face was covered in scabs. They were as bright and permanent as her skin-tight clothes. “The doors are wet. They’ve just been refinished. Be careful as you’re walking around. That’s why it smells in here. You might get high.” I was already tipsy from my skin soaking in absinth since morning. I sat my bags down. “An additional benefit.” The husband perked up, showing a coffee and nicotine stained grin through a thick, brown beard. “’An additional benefit.’ Yeah, […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Absinth, Amouage Memoir Man, BB gun, Oakland, Oakland California
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