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Balloon Man
by Donald Dewey 01/24/2011Neighborhood: All Over
Connie was all for being a hooker, but Martin wasn’t. Connie wanted to be in the movie, Martin didn’t want her to be unless she played a nun, a Red Cross worker, or the head of the National Academy of Sciences. The trouble was, there were no parts for nuns, Red Cross workers, or heads [...]
Speed Shrinking for Love
by Kate Walter 12/24/2010Neighborhood: East Village
On Friday night of Valentine’s Day weekend, I found myself on the exact same block where Slim and I saw a lesbian couples counselor for several months in 1995. What a weird déjà vu to be thrown back here alone, not for therapy but for a Speed Shrinking book party tossed by my straight colleague. [...]
The Egg, Cheese and Tomato
by Victor Mignatti 11/24/2010Neighborhood: East Village, Featured
They often amuse me, the touchstones that have become the rituals of my life. Jiggling the doorknob to make sure the door is locked. Stacking my self-help books according to dysfunction. Making sure no one is watching when I enter my weight and age into the elliptical training machine at the gym. Checking for ear [...]
Trolling Whores for Coke: How to Get Started
by Kent 03/17/2010Neighborhood: Chelsea, Washington Heights
So you’ve got the wife and the kids. You’ve got and are just barely hanging onto, the co-op in the chic enclave, you’re so middle-aged. Some men, finding themselves adrift in a wood in their middle years, go to the gym: I troll whores for coke. After you’ve seen the horrors of Chelsea Pier’s ice [...]
A Little Bit of Smut
by Four Writers 11/30/2004Neighborhood: Uncategorized
To the woman on Craigslist who wanted to know the difference between ‘booty call’ and ‘F*ck Buddy.’ by Vince Passaro The Local F*ck by A. Leigh French Kissing The Cab Driver by Maura Kelly Things We Say To Cops (Things Cops Say to Us) by Rick Rofihe
To the woman on craigslist who wanted to know the difference between ‘booty call’ and ‘f*ck buddy.’
by Vince Passaro 11/30/2004Neighborhood: All Over, Manhattan
To the woman on craigslist who wanted to know the difference between ‘booty call’ and ‘fuck buddy.’ (I figured she must be foreign so I addressed her as ‘Madame.’) Madame: In Re: the difference between ‘booty call’ and ‘fuck buddy,’ despite the alliterative pairing and their shared concern with fucking, the two phrases are ontologically [...]
The Local F*ck
by A. Leigh 11/22/2004Neighborhood: Manhattan
I had made a plan to meet some friends at a place that had opened just one week ago. The prior weekend, we ended up there at three in the morning, and the scene was good: under-populated, smooth, steel drum-like lounge music, a few good-looking peoples. I was impressed by the Mondrian-inspired decor, and the [...]
A Bar Called Denial
by Dara Colwell 10/06/2004Neighborhood: SoHo
It was my last few hours in New York City, enough time to swig several drinks with a friend before catching a shuttle to La Guardia. I was booked on a red-eye flight back to San Francisco, so with soliciting a few gin and tonics foremost in mind, I headed straight to the bar. Denial [...]
Players
by Jennifer Sears 09/12/2004Neighborhood: Financial District
The young musician met the older musician after a concert. It was in a building just south of Wall Street, a part of the city that morphs into a ghost town on late weekend nights. The concert space was run by an organization dedicated solely to the arts and therefore was unheated despite the brutal [...]
Confessions of an Accidental Voyeur
by Mickey Z. 05/26/2004Neighborhood: Astoria, Queens
I was sitting in the front seat of Frank’s Cadillac Seville when he pulled out of a parking space and whipped into a u-turn without looking. We both saw the approaching headlights too late…and yeah, we got hit. In those pre-seat belt law days, my left hand reached out to the glove compartment to brace [...]
The Kept Boy
by John Epperson 08/02/2003Neighborhood: Upper West Side
While studying piano in college in Mississippi in the mid-seventies, I discovered I could make money with my ability at the keyboard. I played the pipe organ at a church in Hazlehurst, where my parents still live, every Sunday morning. During the week I played the piano for singing lessons and ballet classes in Jackson [...]
The Hubris of Youth
by Joe Rein 07/22/2003Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Brooklyn Heights
When I was about fifteen, I was really full of myself and thought I could dive. So, I invited this girl to go to the St. George Pool in Brooklyn, which then was the Mecca for all the Olympic divers and swimmers. I was going to impress the hell out her when she saw what [...]
