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Max & The Pornographer

11 June, 2014 (06:24) | Women | 1 comment

Image from Adweek.com Back before clickbait was clickbait, back when I was still early in my college career, I received an email. The subject read, “Have you seen this!?” A high school friend had run across some risqué pictures of an acquaintance from high school. As I scrolled through the shoot I wondered what possessed […]

Open and Honest – Part VI

11 May, 2014 (06:45) | Women | 2 comments

Continued from Open and Honest – Part I – Part II Part III – Part IV – Part V “So I have an admission,” she says. Her eyes stay on the road. My eyes stay on her. She glows warmly in the late afternoon sun. “What’s that?” Despite her angelic aura, she’s stiff in her seat, her hands gripping the wheel. […]

Open and Honest – Part V

24 April, 2014 (06:45) | Women | 2 comments

Continued from Open and Honest – Part I – Part II – Part III – Part IV “Old man,” she calls me. “Yessum,” I say in my old man voice. “The problem with being such an old man is the thinning hair and receding hairline.” She giggles as my voices rises and falls over a range of pitches. “Didn’t your students […]

Open and Honest – Part IV

9 April, 2014 (06:45) | Women | 1 comment

Continued from Open and Honest – Part I – Part II – Part III “I should walk home,” she tells me. “Ok,” I say, “though it makes me sad.” She pulls out her phone, calling her other half. She chats with him briefly, in strained tones. “I’m with Ben,” I hear her say into the phone, very matter-of-factly. The […]

Open and Honest – Part III

5 April, 2014 (07:45) | Women | 3 comments

Continued from Open and Honest – Part I – Part II “I seem to recall us talking about poaching a hot tub,” I say as nonchalantly as possible. I’m riding cloud nine, the mix of beer, a wonderful night, and a beautiful woman intoxicating in the exact right measure. “We did.” “And I just happen […]

Open and Honest – Part II

29 March, 2014 (06:45) | Women | 6 comments

Continued from Open and Honest – Part I The din of the locker room on a busy weekend is absurd. Skis are banging together, heavy fabrics are rustling, the chatter is loud. I don’t even notice him walk by as I rush to snap my buckles in place. Between my early morning duties getting the […]

Open and Honest – Part I

27 March, 2014 (06:45) | Women | 9 comments

“Before things get any more serious,” she says, “I have something I need to tell you.” I can feel my heart speed up, my breath shallow. In my head, I’m lost as to where this is going. I try to keep calm and consider the circumstances. It had been a few weeks since I had […]

Have a Nice Life

22 August, 2013 (16:08) | Women | 6 comments

Her words haunt me. “Have a nice life.” The oncoming rain and distant thunder punctuated the pause. “Yeah,” she called as I crossed the parking lot, “have a nice life.” I furrowed my brow and walked quickly to my bike, each heavy raindrop pelting me more gently than her closing remarks. Between the cold I had been […]

Conscious Imperatives – Part II

25 October, 2011 (13:33) | Women | 2 comments

Drag the River plays 3 Kings Tavern in Denver. This is not the show referenced in this post. Photo snagged from here.  Continued from Conscious Imperatives – Part I.  “Kiss her.” The instruction barely carries over the raucous music filling the bar. “What?” “I said kiss her.” Her eyes flash deviously at me, an eyebrow arching as she gives […]

Conscious Imperatives – Part I

15 October, 2011 (11:56) | Women | 1 comment

A snowy road at night. Slowly falling flakes glide across the bright beams meagerly disappearing into the night. My eyelids keep drooping, my head lolling against the seatbelt as if it were a pillow. Only the soft crackle of unplowed snow and the slight lurch of gently stopping at the gas station counteract the constant […]

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