January 2011
15 posts
“Your kiss is a far better fate than success or wisdom.”
“Nothing is more challenging and more satisfying that trying to seduce one woman...”
– Jackie Summers
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and...”
– Dr. Seuss (via carouselinparis)
A sort of peace descends over you when you sleep.
I don’t think your mind ever stops, but when you sleep, it neither flags nor commits anything to memory. You drift at last, liberated. I watch your chest rise and fall, listen as your heart beats. So much peace, such a fragile and transient thing. If I stir or move too far, you’ll wake and this peace will fade.
“And that night we knew that to hold the body of [a lover] in our arms is neither...”
– Ayn Rand, “Anthem”
Last night I woke twice.
The first time, I wanted some water, and slowly pulled away from your arms where you were holding me. We’d fallen asleep that way. The moment you felt me slipping away, you pulled me closer. I pulled again and you pulled me closer again and held me tighter still. The stubborn refusal to let me go, even as you slept seemed magical, almost undeserved. Who is this man who cherishes me so he...
Most men have a lot of experience undressing a...
But tonight I asked you to dress me. It was you who laced the corset. It was you who pulled the stockings and fastened the garters. It was you who took my hand when you were done and spun me to get a better look. So what if twenty minutes later the corset was rumpled at the foot of the bed?
I told you not to read the letter until you were alone. You waited a few days to do it. You, with the patience of a saint. In the letter I told you things I will never repeat to anyone else and mentioned how it was strange that I hadn’t had occasion to tell you until I picked up that pen in at a hotel bar and began to scrawl on that cheap stationary stamped with the hotel name and address.
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Having grown up in the tropics and never seen it,...
The first time it happened was with my ex-husband driving through Flagstaff. He refused to stop because the snow would melt off my shoes and muddy the car. I ran out, packed a snowball and hit him as hard as I could in the head.
The second time, some years later, I’d been in New York, unloading my heart on a friend over cupcakes on the Lower East Side. A few flakes fell and then it turned...
