NYC Diary #28

MONDAY

7:04 a.m. Wake up and want to have sex with a blond guy. Look through my contacts. There’s a few but I’m not in the mood to dip back in. I get coffee. Come back. Still feel the same way. Open Grindr. Ok. Some dude on east 83rd invites me over.

Once, in freshman workshop, I wrote a story where the main character lives on east 83rd. I think about that while I suck his dick. Which is fun. But only makes me feel good until 79th on the walk back.

I hate morning sex in a relationship. I love morning sex single.

Actually everything is better single. And married people are just so mad about that because the rest of culture re-enforces them so they rarely get opposition. The rest of culture revolves around idealized partnership and couples.

I’m beginning to like being single again. Give it 15 mins though lol.

I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to live exactly how I want and no man, no city, no person will stop me.

As soon as I feel something or someone has control over me, I blow it up. That’s how I work. It may not be the smartest, but guess who is going to stay free. Me bitch.