True confessions

On Wednesday at In The Flesh, we've really got a little bit of everything on Wednesday, including fisting, reasons not to have sex, prostitution, candy asses, a porn obsession, sex in the library, a really gross story that you'll just have to hear to believe, and unprotected sex. Hot and crazy and horrible and entertaining. The last bit I can promise. Plus you'll have the chance to anonymously submit your true confessions, and I'm cleaning out my desk and have really massive amounts of books and magazines to give away so unless it's mobbed, probably half or more of the audience will get a prize.

I'll probably still be writing mine in the cab on the way to Happy Ending (kindof like everything I do lately), but here's a little teaser. I really wish I could say this happened when I was young and stupid, but it was 2006, when I'm old and stupid. C'est la vie, I guess. At least it makes me realize that as fucked up as my life may be, it could be sooooooo much worse. I could be throwing up not just in my mouth all the freaking time. But I'm not, so thank goodness for that.

I wish I could tell you it was the martinis that did it, all three of them, even the one I almost spilled. I wish I could tell you it all happened so fast there was no time to really make a decision, no time to process what was about to happen. I wish I could tell you it was all worth it because it was the best sex of my life, or even something close to someone's definition of "best." I wish I could tell you he had a really big cock, the unforgettable kind you dream about long after you're done. I wish I could tell you it felt so much better . . . . I wish I could tell you anything that might make me sound like less of an idiot, but I can’t.

Hear the rest on Wednesday, April 19th at 8 pm at In The Flesh Reading Series at Happy Ending Lounge, 302 Broome Street (F/V to 2nd Avenue).