Sex is art. And if you are lucky, skilled and willing, it is a masterpiece. Created through words, continued through touch, immortalized through memory which can cause your body to convulse indefinitely afterwards. It’s a message sent in anticipation during the day. Followed by sitting with your lover deep in stimulating conversation about philosophy, human
The Long Game On average sex lasts 11 minutes. There is a book with the same title, it is a hot book, they have a lot of very well written hot sex. I recommend you read it: 11 Minutes by Paulo Coelho. Do we need the short game? I often wonder what is all the
There is nothing worse than an absentee lover. Nothing! No toy will do. Self-gratification does not help. Not even a substitute lover will suffice to replace the one that sets your loins on fire. The one that is fierce in your dreams and deep in your guts. You need him. My lover left me for
There is a reason that NY is the only city on earth which warrants the “I love” t-shirt. I recently lived there for almost a year for a project, and my time there is unforgettable. Despite my ridiculously small studio and the fact that I had no friends, it was the time of my life.
The 12 Rules of Adulting: You should know the exact number of beverages you need to drink before you make a total dick of yourself or before you try to have sex with your boss. You have at least once said “in my day” when traveling on public transportation in terms of too many zombie
Subject: Me on destroying it before it even begins, a new record. Btw, who only has 99 problems anyway? Question: Is it better to have loved and lost or not to have loved at all? Is it easier to simply never put yourself in a place where you could be left broken? How many of
There are two kinds of sex: Hot and Dirty. This is the fun kind, the one that everyone leaves happy or at least unbothered. You enjoy sex for just a physical release. You know the scene, those are the people who go on the hunt to get off. No strings attached, just bumping bushes until
I met two friends for lunch last week and although lunch was great, the drinks were even better. Nothing like some wicked day-drinking to start the week right. Ok, in all honesty I balk at the term “day-drinking”. It’s stupid. It’s just drinking. But the best and perhaps most disturbing part of lunch was the