So this was it. Paris was the last time I saw Rashid.Well, not the very last time. You know that.On Sunday after our night at Moulin Arc-en-Ciel, Rashid comes with me to Charles de Gaulle Airport, where I board my plane back to New Orleans, before he returns to the city to catch the Eurostar … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (15)
The loud clunk stops my heart. I carefully put my backpack down on the desk chair and bend to pick up my phone. Please, don't be... but of course, it is. A thin spiderweb of cracks runs across the screen, starting from the corner where it hit first and fanning outward. I run a finger … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (9)
The sun is slowly setting, and a breeze sweeps across my terrace, making me shiver. I turn around to grab the blanket, but then I remember I didn't bring it with me; instead, I draped it across the sleeping body in my bed. Before I can make a decision to go back inside, a large, … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (7)
With a soft thud the used condom lands in the bathroom bin. I wash my sticky hands and splash some cold water on my face. I risk a quick look into the mirror. What am I even doing here? Meaningless sex with a stranger is... well... exactly what it says on the tin. It is … Continue reading September 23 – Gone (2)
When I get up, Rashid seems to be still asleep. I sit down on one of my counter stools and sip a glass of water. I glance at Rashid, who is lying on his stomach, duvet abandoned by his side. My side. Rashid undressed before going to bed, but he’s still wearing his boxer briefs … Continue reading First Times – Sam (2)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wendell Dupree, you are without a doubt the biggest fucking idiot to ever grace the surface of this planet. You’re fretting about getting a text from the man of your dreams, but then you switch off your phone and forget to fucking switch it on again! Just how thick … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (5)
Daughter of Gallifrey 