This person was an old friend of mine, someone I used to party with back in the day. He is model-fine, very successful, and, well, a dick, or...well, we just don't jibe sexually. I was desperate and he may be a sex addict. I made it very clear what I wanted: I needed to be fucked. Well, I got what I thought I needed (so wanted?) and it did nothing. For one, it didn't last that long and secondly, there was no foreplay involved. Sure, I sucked his dick a bit and it was annoying as I often find that act to be (sorry penis owners!), but there was no exchange of fluids.
This whole experience has shaken my shallow self to the core. I want to be loved, adored, taken care of. I want to feel safe.
We didn't kiss. That's what it was...oh, it was awful. I never want to do something like that again.
Thank you blogosphere for being there when no one else is. It feels so self-serving and I wish I had more to offer.
Things are rarely the way you imagine them in NYC, at least this has been experience as a native recently re-transplanted after 8 yrs elsewhere. I've been here for a wee over 9 months now and my experience has been, well, hellacious. Pummeled, bruised, so tired, NYC grinds me to a pulp. I grind myself to a pulp. I smoke too much. I'm always high on pot.
It wasn't always this way.
I don't know how nomadic this is, apologies if I'm not living up to the name. I will be going to Venice for a few days in October for the biennale! Yay, my new job kicks ass!
It's 5 to midnight. Another night fucked. I got fucked tonight and nothing has changed. I need love, friends, companionship. More of a Life...
I was always partial to Joey, the hot tomboy (swoon)
Yes. This is the same booty call I was pursuing in late July, for anyone following the griping saga.
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