An enigma, a reality, a delusion, a nightmare, a fantasy, a wet dream — There is New York, and there’s everywhere else.
Maybe you’re sitting everywhere else watching recaps of Friends or Seinfeld desiring to get out of a place that feels like Groundhogs day, where people wake up smiling because they are breathing, and consider that the miracle of photosynthesis.
Maybe you are in an insomnia-daze, staring out of the tiny window in your dark, minuscule New York apartment wondering why you can’t stop the noisy chatter in your head, why the sirens are blaring, why your boss is…
It’s okay. It’s not my first time.
This is what he tells me. That I am not the first home-wrecker. I didn’t set out to be one and yet, here I am naked searching for my underwear in his hotel room, hoping it didn’t accidentally land in his open suitcase on the floor.
In fairness, I don’t believe in homewreckers. There are triggers. There are accomplices. There are actions and consequences. But intentions, they always come from within.
I am no saint, but I never thought I’d find myself in the mistress position. In sales, they say you should get…
A friend recently told me that her 16-year old daughter said it’s normal for high school kids today to experiment with and date both sexes before deciding which one they like better.
As a Millennial, maybe it shouldn’t have come as much of a shock to me as it did. We are neighboring generations, after all. And I’m not particularly prudish.
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I’m your alter-ego.
Who enjoys people and provocation.
Not the devil on your shoulder but rather the devil’s advocate.
A romantic that’s anything but hopeless.
Who enjoys a hint of danger, in and out of…
On my knees. Staring up at him while he takes off his belt in front of my eyes. My mouth salivating in anticipation.
Most people’s sexual fantasies have familiar beginnings. Belt unbuckling is mine. For it’s not just the sight of a man removing his belt that gets me wet, but how he might use it later.
Adding toys to the bedroom doesn’t have to come from a drawer of leather paraphilia. Often, it’s a simple accessory at waist level just waiting for moments of spontaneity to arise. …
“Hello?” I answer in a groggy, hungover voice.
“Hey, I’ve been thinking about you a lot today. How old are you again?” It’s my girlfriend, Vita. She’s 50 but doesn’t look a day over 30.
I look at the time. It’s 11 AM. I’ve been sleeping for 5 hours as it was a late night out dancing at some warehouse party. “You there, she asks?”
“Ya, ya, I’m here. I’m 33. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you should really think about freezing your eggs this year.” She says in a serious voice. “You don’t have a lot of time.”
For the curious and restless like me, here’s what I think about laying in bed. To set the scene, not usually naked and in the act. Then my thoughts are preoccupied with other stimuli. But for when sheep counting gets old…
What do you do when you hear someone having sex next door? Cover your ears, leave the room you’re in, or get real quiet and put your ear closer to the source. Thought so.
The word voyeur, after all, comes from the french word “voir,” which means to see, so don’t worry, your fetish is safe with me.
There’s nowhere to go but up.
That’s often what people tell their friends when they’ve hit rock bottom to comfort them. We don’t tell ourselves because there’s no actual light at the bottom.
But what if you aren’t at rock bottom but simply floating through time and space, trapped in an infinite loop of sameness?
That’s how I feel. Likely many of us feel.
Not depressed. Not overjoyed. Just neutral. And I’ve learned it washes out my skin.
For the most part, I am stable. The way a rolling office chair is stable. As long as I’m not stuck in…
Are you bringing anyone? Have you asked him yet?
What are you wearing? How short is it?
What time are you going to show up? Where should we post-party?
Decisions I wish I was making this year.
Instead, I’ll be sitting at home in yoga pants reminiscing on all the cringe-worthy moments from holiday parties past. The almost obligatory tradition where you drink copious amounts of alcohol with people who you wouldn’t normally find yourself having small talk with.
Like the guy from IT who brings his biker wife who reminds you of a character straight out of Sons of…
If your country asked you to have sex and procreate for patriotic reasons, would you do it?
That’s the challenge Denmark faced. In 2015, their population growth rate was only 0.1%, according to data provided by ourworldindata.org. Like other developed nations, Danes were opting to delay the child process, having fewer children or none at all. This decline presented a challenge for the country as a slowdown in population growth correlates with a slowdown in overall economic growth.
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