Category Archives: Literature

Much to our mutual surprise, I was able to rouse myself early enough to join Kathy for breakfast the next Sunday, and we had another pleasant, relaxed conversation free from the erotic tension of the Friday before. And so began … Continue reading →

I wondered then how much experience she’d had, if what I wanted from her was even possible. As one of the first small wave of girls in a newly co-ed prep school you’d think Kathy would have gotten her fair … Continue reading →

But, just when the magnetic attraction between us was at its height, she pulled back, quite consciously, with a start, as if forcing herself awake. Well, she said flippantly, quickly regaining her composure. I’d better go. Can’t let you get … Continue reading →

"The artist is sexual because he goves forth emanations." — Otto Weininger So here goes….   At Pitt Prep Kathy had been at the center, the inner circle – cheerleader, gymnast, field hockey player, just the kind of cheerful, responsible, … Continue reading →

Kathy just sat there waiting for the lights to come up. Come on, I said. Let’s go, and she stood reluctantly, crouching so as to not block the view of the pedants behind us who were earnestly scrutinizing the Swedish … Continue reading →

I know you’re all avid for the next installment of our riveting tale, but I was actually thinking of writing another anti-Bush screed focusing on the irony of the "terrorist organization" Hamas winning one of his beloved elections when I … Continue reading →

Great, great, I said, getting up too, and we smiled dumbly at each other. So? She asked finally. Oh, ah, yeah… At this point you’d expect me to say something like I’ll call you, but in our college even the … Continue reading →

if statistics are accurate ABSOLUTELY NO ONE has read Part Two. Due to this total lack of interest there’s only one thing to do — immediately post PART THREE!   She was relaxed without seeming bored, responsive but not overeager, … Continue reading →

But the key to Kathy, or rather the key to my future relationship with Kathy, was right there, in the form of the empty chair across from her as she sat alone at the long table in the dining hall, … Continue reading →

There’s always a key with a woman, isn’t there, or rather the conjunction of key and hole (so to speak), that brief window of light, the narrow opportunity to get inside, to get to really know her. In our crowded … Continue reading →