The Carioca Diaries; A Couchsurfing Experience

A Colombian man is standing in my living room using a red baseball cap to cover his cock. I’d say he was half naked, but do you call it that when it’s only the lower half that is unclothed? He is wearing only a T-shirt that cuts off around the top of the hip. At … Continue reading The Carioca Diaries; A Couchsurfing Experience

Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part Two

Link to Part One Most of my romantic life is comprised of heartache over my own shortcomings; contriving situations whereby a girl who loves me is pushed away. I hide from them, leave them alone in the relationship, and only later come to comprehend how much I care. At this point, I find myself surprised … Continue reading Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part Two

Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part One

“The last light is a great time for a first kiss,” I say, surprised by how deliberate my gaze is. The Philippine sunset provides a lazy contrast to the iridescent revelry on the boat we’re sitting at the side of, a faded pink, purple and orange concoction, the sporadic grey clouds like plumes of smoke … Continue reading Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part One