Archive for April, 2008
ABC News didn’t out me. My mother recognized me. Huge difference.
That’s what happens when you use misleading headlines, Gawker. People skip over the content and simply reiterate that first line, spawning a thousand micro-stories like a bad game of telephone.
Further note: Gabriel is not a client.
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So.
There’s a broad spectrum of experiences, options, [...]
boom.
So, I did this interview with Diane Sawyer. It was an anonymous interview in silhouette, with a distorted profile and an altered voice and a few other anonymizing tricks. A few of you already know about this — one of you said I was identifiable by the way I used the word ‘yeah’ and [...]
pause.
I’m back in New York.
I don’t know if I’ve expressed this, but only a fraction of my life makes it to my blog. Maybe that’s self-evident. Lately, it’s been an unusually slim fraction – the past few weeks have been full of silences. During those silences, the off-blog moments, I gave a [...]
montreal.
I’m in Montreal (so, Doctor M, you were right). My room here is a massive under-priced loft in the old part of the city, complete with a kitchen I’ll never use, a whirlpool bath I never expected, and a washer-dryer set I can hardly fathom. But no internet. I’m relying on the thin [...]
things i should figure out.
1) When to be open.
2) When to shut down.
2b) Whether to shut down.
3) When to shut the fuck up.
3b) Whether to shut the fuck up.
4) How to order tea without confusing the cashier at Starbucks.
5) How to deepthroat with minimal resistance between the back of my mouth and the depths of my throat. Practice.
Practice.
I’ll figure [...]
hard dick.
Gabriel is endowed with a gift: he gets hard quickly and stays hard indefinitely. And after he comes, he gets hard again. He’s an endless supply of erection.
This morning, I woke up destroyed and dehydrated. Again.
With Gabriel, my body’s pushed past its usual rhythms. I can come easily with most people, and [...]
the end of james.
Late last night, I received a message from a girl I’d met at the orgiastic throwdown from a few weeks back. She interested me the most of the group — I liked her whipsmart wit and her curvaceous ass, so I was very happy to hear from her. She wanted to let me [...]
I’ve been daydreaming all day, daydreaming about being pinned, my thighs spread to welcome a slow, deep screw. Gabriel slipped the thought of slow sex into my head last night and I’ve been rolling it in my mind ever since. It’s been elusive. I’ve been eager.
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I saw a client the other night [...]
August 06, 2004.
I’m going through my old notes and came across this:
I’m enjoying a brief stint of self-imposed exile. Tomorrow I have two long gigs, back to back, so I declared today a work-only period: I read until it hurt, left town for one of the larger research libraries, and returned late and exhausted. I’m [...]
on journals.
I’ve spent the night rounding up my archived notes. There are old posts stored online, in old Word documents, in RTF files scattered across a few hard drives. I’m a disorganized person, but somehow I had the sense to save these over the years, and somehow I made sure that I didn’t lose [...]


