London, Paris, and Gladys
London never walked into a room unannounced and anyone who didn’t know his name or what to expect stood by silently, their mouths dumbly ajar, as he would pass them. London would consciously stare...
View ArticleSex, love, and the ROI of patience
Do you think maybe it could be love? It’s personal, and I’ve grown guarded in wearing more than sarcasm on my sleeves, but I think so. Relationship experts and older adults always advise to stop...
View ArticleChronic Masturbation, the gay bar, and the cathedral
When it comes to beauty, Bologna curates a spectacular collection of Mediterranean and Renaissance magnificence. When it comes to nightlife, Bologna is somewhat of a university town and therefore...
View ArticleEvery story should begin: “I was fisted…”
I was fisted (once) in Croatia. Call it the perks of growing up without a guide… No one shows you what this whole “gay” thing is, so you kind of have to learn on your own. Being Italian (relentless...
View ArticleEmpty Vases made at Equinox
While working on an account together, a VP at the company I work for described her visit with a psychic. “Your problem with love is that you are searching for empty vases. Sure the vase looks gorgeous...
View ArticleSmall posts, big ideas
My neighbor’s new girlfriend – yes he’s already found one – doesn’t realize how thin the walls to the apartments are. Her obviously feigned moans indicate a woman of Scarlett Johansanian philosophy –...
View ArticleNarcissism – and you can too!
I am was a narcissist. Yes, I stand on the cliff of introspection at that 12th step where you shout your resolve proudly to the world. Narcissism is not an easy problem to solve because by its very...
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