My birthday is in a month and I’ll be 25. That is not a significant age. There really aren’t any significant ages, except for 5 in some countries where if you make it to 5 then you’re probably not going to die before puberty. Recently I did a crazy thing. Not like I haven’t done [...]
Archive for the ‘lust’ Category
24 and counting
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Writing, longing, lust on January 17, 2008 | 1 Comment »
GANAS II
Posted in Lovers, longing, lust on November 23, 2007 | 1 Comment »
What I hate is the part when time does no one a favor and sits still as you wait for the it to pass so you can go back again. So it’s thanks-taking season in this farce of a country. Consume consume consume. Buy buy buy. Spend spend spend. We have to strengthen the economy. [...]
Bajo Chi Town
Posted in Dance, Lovers, Salsa, lust on October 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Unexpected Encounters. Where do I begin? Well I found one, not with quite the qualifications I had created. This one is from closer to the border than to Cuba. Still, it was, for me at least, divine. I want to hold the details to myself this time because I’m still using them to keep me [...]
Another Horny Ass Day / Invisible Dick
Posted in Funny, Humor, I'm a creep, Lovers, Sexual/Sensual, lust, sex on June 19, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I really do not feel that there is something wrong with m vagina today. It is so annoying. It is beyond horniness. It’s actually throbbing like a hungry belly and I’m totally frustrated because my list of potential lovers are very high maintenance and if I see them today, they will want to see me [...]
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 [...]
Declaration of Independence
Posted in Lovers, New York City, anarchist babies, longing, lust on January 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Why can’t a slide just be a slide anymore? And my eyes why do they have to say “I love you?” Can’t they just look at you because you’re beautiful and I’m mantequilla? I do not want you. But I want to swim in the sound of your voice. I do not want you. But [...]
ganas de ti…
Posted in Lovers, en español, lust on December 12, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
This path is not an easy one. So, is it wrong to have your mind already made up about something you are experiencing spontaneously? Is that question an oxymoron? He is from the middle, central. I am from the middle too. I know where it is on a map, but I don’t know where he comes from. Too, one [...]
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 [...]
las impresiónes
Posted in Lovers, Panama, en español, longing, lust on September 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Cuando lo veo, regreso a su cuarto adonde la pasión se canta. Se canta de los manos y el calor. Todo el dia yo pienso en el y no se, no se porque, ya no se nada. Y el minuto que no lo pienso—BAM! Lo veo. “Se que to no quieres pero a ti [...]
A La izquierda
Posted in Sexual/Sensual, Writing, longing, lust on September 5, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Where the folds meet your lips should too. They kissed the folds once and have since left behind a residue that cannot be erased. From a distance you appear and in an instant, and all at once, I disappear back into that fold with the incorrigible stain. Living in that stain, recalling with what impetus [...]
