On a good day, I’d jerk off two-three times a day (whether or not I get sex). Once as soon as I wake up and once before bed and sometimes the third time right after I get home from work and the gym and I plop onto my bed exhausted with nothing else to do. [...]
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Long distance relationships ruin your sex life (NOVEMBER 30 2008)
Posted in Writing on November 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Que Bonito Puerto Rico
Posted in Writing, tagged caribbean, Latino, puerto rico, travel on October 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I just came back from Puerto Rico this week earlier, it was beautiful, warm and full of salsa. What a relief from the weather (and searing heartbreak) here in Chicago). While bitter sweet (this was intended to be a surprise birthday trip for Mr. P) I gotta say I’m going back and I’ll tell write [...]
Chicago: A great city for alcoholics
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, anarchist babies, longing, love on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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 [...]
Getting back to the way things were
Posted in Writing on February 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Can you ever remember a time when you didn’t wish things were just a little bit different? A time when if you only had that one wish, it would make your life perfect? That’s the problem with the way things were. If you go back to it, nothing will really change all that much. You’ll [...]
Chicago Salsa
Posted in Writing on February 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve moved. I’ve stopped writing. And I’m domesticated once again.
But, I will be changing the spin of things here on my bloggie blog–getting back into the swing of things. (No, I don’t know exactly what that means.) I know that the 2+ people that read this blog as I’ve seen on my stats are just [...]
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 [...]
Vivíamos Juntos (Chi)
Posted in Lovers, Relationships, Writing, activist, longing on March 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m proud of myself for staying in a relationship with one person for five whole years. I like to remember the journey, the way our interaction with one another changed over time, the periods of intense love making, lazy before-sleep sex, morning calls. In the beginning (my favorite, which is probably why I’m always looking [...]
5+ years an undergraduate
Posted in Funny, Humor, Journal, Writing, anarchist babies on January 31, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’m tired of school now. I’m very close to graduating. I started in the fall of 2001. It is now Spring 2008. I’ve had all together about 1 year and half of no school between that time and 3 or 4 semesters part-time. I can’t learn anything else about rhetoric or composition. I used to [...]
24 and counting
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Writing, longing, lust on January 17, 2008 | 1 Comment »
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 [...]
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 [...]
