My girlfriend always laughs during sex - no matter what she’s reading.
—Steve Jobs, founder of Apple Computers
I love a good juicy read. I prefer it over porn. The nuances of the written word let the images percolate, additional details not written in emerge. A simple story becomes a fuller, personalized experience.
Call it “Memento-ism”, but sometimes the story is best told from the ass up.
2:30 AM – I am waiting for the train back to the city, so fucking disgusted and bored…damn these large frames…I can’t wait to shower off the evening.
2:00 AM – I take down my photos, while the sounds of moaning and the jittery faces of coked up sleazy guys mingle with their vacant eyed or panicking consorts. The Russian guy in assless chaps and a really bad mobster outfit oozes by, sweat dripping off his leathery slack skin while his gaunt girlfriend in an ill fitting teddy from TJ Maxx hangs onto him as if her knees about to buckle any second. The sheet covered couches are strewn with couples from Long Island and Jersey, their adenoids resonating in their speech as an annoying buzz under the really bad dance music. It smells like cheap massage oil, Obsession and Loves Baby Soft. I want to vomit.