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Where Is the Sex in My Retro Relationship? Part Two

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Photo: Kevin Slack I’ve never felt more lost in a relationship. I woke up the next day with a mixture of relief and regret. Things were moving too fast. How did we squeeze three years into three weeks?  I took a shower and prepared for work.  “You should take your stuff with you?” “What? I thought we were spending the weekend together.” “No, I’m good. I’ll hit you up later.” I grabbed...

Where Is the Sex in My Retro Relationship?

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Johnny and I resurrected a relationship that was born to die. Nostalgia was like a retro drug that took you higher at a fraction of the cost.  I haven’t seen him in the three years I lived in New York.  I remembered us dancing to Cher at the Spanish restaurant in my apartment building. If I could turn back time. Later, I administered a bad blow job, featuring hand gestures and butterfly...

You Wanted to Pay Your Friend $200 for Sex

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Ray invited me to a housewarming party one week into our relationship. Cocktails and conversation with his friends replaced dinner and a movie. Or, so I thought.  Photo:  Kevin Slack We arrived via taxi in East Harlem where a brown couch, hung out of the apartment building like a giant ass brownie. An examination revealed a couple struggling with their sofa. How romantic? Two breeders...

Fucking in a Hotel Doesn’t Make It a Honeymoon

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I fucked five days in a row like I worked a full-time job. I met Sam on 8th Ave outside of Gym Bar in NYC. He was tall, dark and masculine. He caught my attention by offering me weed.  Photo:  Kevin Slack We smoked inside a pay phone booth, that doubled as a a bathroom depending on your night. “Let’s get a hotel,” he said.  Derrick and I checked in at the Chelsea Savory on 23rd and...

He Fucked Me Like A Stranger

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I remember the first time we broke up. We overslept that morning. He pushed me. I laid awake while he continued to push me. Photo by Kevin Slack “Walter get up!”  “Walter!”  “Get up.”  “I’m done.”  “I hate this!” I ignored his ass until he stopped yelling. “What’s going on? Why are you so mad at me?”  “It’s too late now. My parents are up. And you know...

I Think My Boyfriend Has a Drinking Problem

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Friday night tested our relationship. Trust issues coupled with his binge drinking drained me. We agreed earlier that day to meet at a New York nightclub called Secrets at 11pm.  Photo by Max De Silver Day four of no phone and limited funds fucked up my week. I arrived at the club just before 2am. I rushed in looking for my man, hoping he would be forgiving, and not willing to cause a...

My Boyfriend Is Too Tired for Sex

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Dear Walter:  Is my boyfriend cheating if he’s a male prostitute? We have been dating for three months. He claims he’s only having sex with clients. He says that he doesn’t want to have sex with me because he’s too tired or has to work. He doesn’t want to treat me like a client.  -Dating A Prostitute Dear Dating a Prostitute: Your poor boyfriend engaging in the world’s...

The Agony and Ecstasy of Interracial Sex

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Is It Wrong to Kiss Someone’s Boyfriend?

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Who said New Yorkers aren’t friendly? Drunken nights could led to deep kisses, missed signals, and white pills. After walking a couple of blocks from the club I ran into an old coworker.  Rod 2.0 Sebastian exited the train station, equipped with a Vicodin and a smile. He was 6ft tall and in his mid-30’s. He greeted me with a kiss on the lips. He was drunk and so was I— so I let...

This Is an Open Letter to the New Romantics

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This is an open letter to the lovers, the dreamers, the talented, the unappreciated, the used, the hopeless romantics—to me.  Photo:  High Mami Traveling through an underground network of tunnels on trains, dreaming of being on planes. Sometimes I wish I had it easy. I could be on a back seat, donning a blonde wig doing what grown folks do when bills are due.  Oh, the glamorous...

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