City Life, Part Sixteen: Public Sex
Spring Show. Every year. At every L stop in the city. Male pigeon ruffles and prances and chases females. They avoid him, until one gives in.
Spring Show. Every year. At every L stop in the city. Male pigeon ruffles and prances and chases females. They avoid him, until one gives in.
A rude, hot woman gets my hackles up. But then my hackles can be gotten down just as easily, if the same woman suddenly turns nice.
Some women can pull it off. Most don’t. Nora Dunn made casual elegance look easy at a storytellers group in Andersonville.
Now . . . if only I could attract hot, youngish women the way I attract geriatric women and gay men (of all ages)!
Gut-Level Reaction: There is a part of my masculinity that never disappoints. It turns my head and lifts my penis.
Lottery Tickets: Pockets Of Poor People Purchasing Paper Promises, at the Pakistani Convenience Store under the Argyle Red Line.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . stranded amid people who feel entitled to be abusive to underlings.
Who doesn’t like a hot Asian chick. I live in a neighborhood of hot Asian chicks. I used to love imagining them naked. Not anymore.
Organic Cigarettes. I assume that these are free-range cigarettes, raised and processed in a humane, loving environment. Right?
A year on Lonely Bike Street. So close, and yet so frozen in place a few feet from each other. Abandoned bicycles tell a story.
Southbound Red Line. After Roosevelt, not so many white people. After Sox-35th, even less. Especially after baseball season.
Take it from me, a man. Women interested in attracting men for keeps do so with their minds and not their bodies.