Ray Mantinari was a saxophone player from Toronto who had gotten a temporary job on the cruise ship where I was contracted. He felt that he was too good to play a cruise-ship gig, and aspired to play freeform jazz in the world’s famous live jazz venues.
It made me think of pussy.
I’ve been thinking about sex most of the day today. Maybe it’s that spring is here; maybe it was the texture of the inside of the peel: soft, moist, leaving a slight stickiness on my fingertips, with all the little veins whitish over the little orange boats in intricate patterns; knobby-textured, feels funny to my tongue, similar to labia. Continue reading
Sally was a difficult child because she arrived in a basket on the doorstep, without instructions. We are still not sure how it came to be that she landed on our doorstep, or who may have delivered her. We’re pretty sure that it wasn’t the stork, since it was at least a decade since the last stork had departed Denmark.
On our first date we went out for tea.
The minute we sat down, he said, “I need to tell you about myself,” and I said, “Yes?” He told me he was in a relationship, and that he has been unfaithful most of his life. He has never been single and never been able to be monogamous. Continue reading
You worked at the Hard Rock Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi.
You were a rock star to me.
We had dinner in a fancy restaurant the last night I was there.
When you picked me up at the airport you were shaking and drenched in sweat, and you lit up a cigarette the minute we stepped out of the building. Continue reading
I was nineteen years old when I met Andrew, the love of my life and the man of my dreams. He was everything I had ever imagined my soul-mate would be, tall, dark, handsome, exotic, and with a brilliantly wicked dark sense of humor.