Chicago is a city of neighborhoods. I know every place is a hood but here it’s very intentional. There are bars at every corner on residential streets between the laundromats and the markets, hidden between two brownstones hidden between balconies and flower beds. It’s easy for an alcoholic here I’ve never been to another city [...]
Archive for the ‘love’ Category
Chicago: A great city for alcoholics
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, anarchist babies, longing, love on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
La Primera Pelea
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, longing, love on April 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We had our first fight, and the make up sex wasn’t make up sex.
EX, X or Ex?
Posted in Lovers, Relationships, Writing, longing, love on April 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This is me and my ’special friend’ dancing. My kind of excitement is different. I don’t go out to parties and clubs or art openings or theater much. I don’t shop for pleasure I don’t host people at my house I don’t even call back people I consider to be friends regularly or even periodically [...]
Como el rio
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, love on July 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Recently, an old lover of mine reappeared out of the blue. I’ve seen him around at various places, the usual dance floor or once in a while for lunch and record shopping, a glass of wine, an innocent kiss shared between us and a smile that held secrets only we knew. Mostly, we’ve corresponded via [...]
My Very Own Space
Posted in Journal, Memories, Writing, love on July 24, 2007 | 1 Comment »
A few nights ago I took my first bath in my very own apartment. I did it, as I had warned and warned I would. Atlanta is the New York City of the south. Being a New Yorker I can tell you there is no real comparison between the two cities, but this is the most [...]
Haiku
Posted in Lovers, Relationships, love on April 16, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Black skin on white porcelain, wet and slick and slippery, glistening against the candle light. Water seeping through the tiny hole around the bathroom tub drain. Untouched again like a rejected virgin, in the words of Marley ‘I want to give you some love, I want to give you some good, good lovin’.’ It’s time [...]
Green / tanto como verde
Posted in Lovers, en español, love, lust on February 28, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Love is a four letter word. Lust is a four letter word. Four eyes for us to see four hands for us to touch. I’ve said it many times before–how crazy the weather is here. Spring is sticking its head in, the sun is out and I’ll lay on the grass today so I can [...]
In Leap Years
Posted in Journal, Relationships, Road Trips, Sunday Morning, Writing, love on November 12, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Loving is hard. Being in love is hard. Breaking up is hard. Sometimes love is not enough. Re-learning how to NOT need their touch is hard too. You have to re-learn what side of the bed to sleep on and when you move around it’s cold. So you stay right in the middle where [...]
I am young and naive
Posted in Journal, Relationships, love on October 12, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Everything I’ve ever written here about love or relationships is bullshit. Relationships are bullshit. Being in a relationship is bullshit. “Loving someone” is bullshit. It’s all a bunch of crap because in the end somebody gets hurt and it’s always you and it’s a waste of time. A waste of four years of your fucking [...]
Los Domingos Desayunos
Posted in Sexual/Sensual, Sunday Morning, The South, Writing, love, lust on October 1, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
(Sunday Breakfasts)
Fry me an egg, doll. It’s Sunday morning, after all, and I’m always hungry Sunday mornings. There are little bumps on my stupid face–it’s disgusting because I know I should wash my pillowcases. I look like I am in high school. But then again, I dropped out of high school–so what does that say [...]
