I was looking at the one on the right.
I’ve started doing this now, snapping quick shots of strangers with my phone as I check them out. Unfortunately, I do this quickly, so the shots are usually blurry. I snapped a few tonight in the Marais, but I was too hasty and they came [...]

It’s been a strange week, and I’ll need to let it sink in before I write. It’s been the sort of week that’s too dense to unpack in one sitting. So I’m thinking about it.
I’ve been thinking about love.
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Right now, I’m in Lyon. I’m here because I used to live here, a [...]

When I arrived in London, it was made clear to me that the sky is falling. The stock market dropped, we’re entering a recession, and the American downswing will bring Europe down with it. The current president is just shy of nominating his horse as consul and the egregiously overpaid managers of funds [...]

I’m packing. Sometimes I feel like my father back when he’d pack for business trips. He had a routine where he’d arrange the same items in the same order. And there were always a few things he’d never fully unpack. A pad of paper. Aspirin. Travel alarm. I’m realizing now [...]

When I first see him, he’s standing in the doorway, stroking the scruff on his cheeks, and he’s got his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I smile, he smiles, and he pulls me inside. It’s a brand new apartment and he hasn’t moved in just yet so it’s still empty, with a few large [...]

Even after he left, I continued to lie there, stretched out across the bed with my hands behind my head. He’d worked me over pretty hard so I still feel him everywhere – my shoulder is still pulsing from the impression of his teeth. I listened to about five or six tracks, staring up [...]

If I’m checking you out, I’m probably thinking about your hands and your wrists. And if your sleeves are pushed up, I’m fixating on your forearms, watching the movement of the sinews as you play with your phone, or your lighter, or your drink. Forearms make me think about sex. They often hold [...]

There are things in my life I’ve marked as off-limits and unbloggable, certain people, certain details, certain areas of my day-to-day existence. Among the unbloggables are my clients. Unfortunately, one of them is weighing on my mind. I might revise this unwritten rule.
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Different subject.
Immediately after I posted that blip on younger gentlemen, I [...]

I’ve been noticing younger men lately. Mid-twentysomethings, about five or six years younger than I am. This is pretty unusual for me.
Younger men feel taboo. In my other life – the life I avoid discussing here – I occasionally hold a position of authority over younger men (and women), so I think of them [...]