What Makes a Man Interesting?
There have been many men. One from Hull, one from Manchester, one from Australia, the Venetian guy, one from London, one from Bangladesh, one from Glasgow, a guy I’d had sex with before, a really smooth guy, like the one from Hull and the one from Manchester, all three of them with very smooth bodies, … Read more
Men Who Can’t Kiss
Everything depends on the way they kiss. The first touch of their lips against yours, the way their tongue fits in your mouth, where they put their hands. We remember the ones who cannot kiss. The lips that are too eager or hesitant, the tongue that invades or lolls or retreats into the mouth like … Read more
The Tribe of Exiles
The two women talk incessantly throughout the fifteen-minute film at the Ai Weiwei Sunflower Seed installation at Tate Modern. The film shows the people in a village in China painting one hundred million bits of moulded porcelain in the shape of sunflower seeds. Each seed is hand-painted. Each seed looks different. The film documents the … Read more
Things You Don’t Remember
(Ong) He remembered my name. He remembered the day, about six months ago, when we lay in bed together after sex – he’d driven up from South London, it was a Sunday – and the window had been open and all you could hear were the birds chirping; the weather was unseasonably warm and a … Read more
Kill Me
It happens in the group-sex area of the sauna. It happens after you’ve made eye contact, gawked intently at each other. It happens after you’ve started to kiss, after you’ve felt his body against yours. You have always been a slut for those tall smooth boys, the Polish-looking ones, with the lean, solid bodies, hairless … Read more
A Quiet Place
We kidnap him, me and the two Polish bouncers. They’re big guys, 6’3″, maybe more, and broad, chests like fucking barrels, and we shove the little guy into the back of the van, just him there with the two bouncers, and me up front at the wheel, and we keep heading East. The plan was … Read more
The Fire
I was there the night before the fire. On Sunday morning (five days ago) a fire broke out at the sauna near Liverpool Street Station. I’d been there until late Saturday night and left the place about six hours before the blaze. I’d been working nearby that afternoon and strangely enough, we’d been talking about … Read more
