The Sex Experiment

Ok. I think that the statute of limitations has passed and I am significantly “over it” to the point where I can finally post the once-hinted “Bicycle Experiment 3.0.”

The Bicycle Experiment 3.0

You know how sometimes someone rides up behind you so quietly that you don’t even notice until the breeze blows your hair into your face as they pass? T…[Read more]

The DIRTY LETTERS of James Joyce to his wife, Nora Barnacle

To NORA

Dublin 2 December 1909
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My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and…[Read more]

I GROPED, THEN I GOT MY FIRST KISS

Well that was awkward.

We talked about a few other mundane things. He got up, walked around the barrier of desk. He stood behind the chair I was sitting. Then he bent his head, I felt him at my profile. I turned to look up at him. And he kissed me.

Soft and strong…his mouth was so soft, but he left…[Read more]

I GROPED HIM

I confessed. About wanting to grope his hand. He said no one ever admitted that before. What can I say? I want unusual things.

Days and weeks passed. I sat across from him. His hand was on the desk. I looked at it. I put my hand on top of his. He didn’t move.

“There,” I said. Warm, solid, he let me feel. He didn’t move.…[Read more]

I SIMPLY WANTED TO GROPE HIS HAND

A decade and more have passed since I yearn so fervently for the touch of someone else. I wanted to reach across the small round metal table, amid the public space, and touch his hand as it shifted through my papers, as he read and concentrated on responding to my question. I wanted to feel the texture of his…[Read more]