duanereade

It's really charming. I love the ping-pong dialogue.

You did. My fault. I didn't really know how to use the posting, until the reformat went through, and I had some help with re-posting it so it was a true 2nd chapter.

Chapter 3 So, here we are back at the beginning of my story. Terry still loved me, didn’t know about my straying yet, but I wanted out. We’d stopped connecting, emotionally or sexually, and I kept getting stronger and stronger urges to go, really go and get out. The longest love affair of my life was with New York City. I loved New York more than anyone else I knew, but that too was coming to an end. When I first moved to “the City” 10 years earlier, I’d worked in several gay bar

Chapter 2 Several weeks later I had found someone to assume my lease in Hell’s Kitchen. This is one of those moments in my life where I look back and wonder what would have happened if we had stayed. This Hell’s Kitchen apartment was very special to me. It was my first New York apartment with just my name on the lease, and it was really cheap. I suppose that was because of the pigeons, prostitutes and brown water-falls. It was my place, and who knows, I might have stayed there for many years i

Has your life ever imploded? Mine has, a few times. The first was in the winter of 1994/95. Having your life implode is different from exploding. Your life exploding is where all kinds of crazy things happen in a short period, you feel like you’re driving too fast on ice, and you’re barely in control. No, an imploding life is where everything comes to an end at the same time and you have to start it all over again. It’s like driving in the rain and getting a flat tire. You know you can fix it, b

How to deal with love, fidelity and lust in NYC in 1995. A mostly comic take on a serious subject.