Bernard and I arrived home around four. We unpacked the car. He left to return the rental car. I stayed to organize boxes and suitcases. I emptied my pockets of condoms, glad they went unused. I made a sandwich. Bernard returned before five. He made a sandwich. Around six, Bernard settled in to watch the [...]
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Destroying Plutarch
Posted in BDSM, bisexual, dreams, sex, tagged Annie Sprinkle, Deadwood, dreams, Monica Lewinsky, Plutarch, sex, West Wing on January 5, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Dead Letter
Posted in custody, dreams, gay, parenting, tagged custody, divorce, gay, parenting on November 7, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
School began not long after we returned from the South. The children’s lives are divided between their mother’s house in the suburbs—formerly, our shared marital domicile—and our apartment in the city. The schools in the city are preferable to those in the suburbs, so the kids are registered in my local school district. This means [...]
Mama’s Boy
Posted in birth family, bisexual, dreams, sex, tagged birth family, bisexual, Elvis Costello, honesty, parenting, privacy, sex on October 27, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
What a tender kiss he has, I thought. Verdad and I were making out at a party. I ran my hand up his nude arm to his shoulders, then to his smooth cheeks. His soft skin sparked my fingertips. I traced a lazy finger along his forehead, his brow, his aquiline nose. My touch returned [...]
Sis
Posted in birth family, bisexual, divorce, dreams, gay, lesbian, tagged birth family, bisexual, divorce, dreams, gay, lesbian on October 21, 2005 | Leave a Comment »
That night, after my talk with the teenagers, the sex dreams took a turn for the incestuous. Following our afternoon on the boat, Lynn’s boyfriend had broken up with her via telephone. Lynn made a tearful call to break this news to her mother, my brother Jesse’s ex wife Teri. This got me to thinking [...]
Dream
Posted in dreams, parenting on December 23, 2004 | Leave a Comment »
Jessica came over for a night of meat-and-potatoes loving. We poured some bourbons and talked, splitting a cigar as we listened to 1920s jazz. We stayed up late until all hours having sex. I stayed on top—“doing all the work,” as she puts it. We slept until one or the other of us started up [...]