notes. lust. wanderlust.
The migraine’s ebbed – the libido’s piqued.
I have nothing of value to note.
I’ve been thinking about the Williamsburg gentleman and his talent. I love his work. And I still feel wrong writing about him. I have his permission, and yet…
In other news, I could practically hear fuckbuddy stop, drop, and roll the moment Spitzer made the news. He knew that it would throw attention on wayward girls like myself, and since fuckbuddy’s work involves a morality clause, if I go down, he believes he’ll go down with me. My thinking is that he’s fine, even if I’m dragged through the mud. But let’s not test that.
James doesn’t know anything. The other night I was set up on a date with another woman, a Friend of James. She was shockingly beautiful, blonde, but very young, and because she had to leave quite early, James was quick to send another girl my way. James, the bisexual dating service. James, the menage-addicted.
That night was, objectively, hot, but I wasn’t very present. While she sucked his cock, I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about this maelstrom of press. It’s temporary – it’ll fade out and people will move on and forget we exist – but for now, it’s distracting.
When I think about the Williamsburg boy, I get wet. He needs a name.
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I’ve retrieved my ring.
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The playwright sent me a string of drunk texts tonight.
At some point, I wrote, If I rent a car, how long would it take for me to drive to you?
“Six”
Six?
“Sox”
Um.
“Sixteen”
Sixteen…
“Hours. Cum now.”
I don’t know if I will, but I do love the idea of visiting Detroit.
You may have nothing of value to note; but I note, nonetheless. Avidly.
What a pleasure reading you again, my dear.
Note.
D, I love your writing style. Many thanks.
im confused. is/was fuckbuddy a client?
ive never heard of a morality clause before. thats made me laugh a bit.
Note! You’re elusive! So good to see you here. x.
Pitseleh – he isn’t a client, but he knows what I do and what I’ve done and it makes him nervous. And when it doesn’t make him nervous, it makes him hard. The morality clause makes me laugh too.
And thank you, Disconnected.
nyc to detroit, in good weather, should only take about 12-14 hrs. i once drove from central mass to ann arbor in about 14. just an fyi.
wow, a morality clause. never have i been happier to be self-employed
I started reading your blog a couple of weeks ago and I’m addicted now. The way you write is entrancing. Thanks for letting us into your world. I hope you stay sane in this crazy time.