I do not want to have sex for the sake of having sex. I want to have sex to fill my emotional, my mental, my physical need. The other sex will not scratch the itch that begins with the kiss. The kiss that causes my heart to thump once hard, stop, and begin again, new.
A homeless man laid on the ground against a gray concrete building in the City. It was 37 degrees this morning. He was sleeping, suddenly his body jerked hard wakening him violently. He sat up and started yelling, “Get away from me.” “Get away from me.” As the passersby moved to the far end ofContinue reading “Good Friday in Manhattan”
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