A version of this essay was first published by Men’s Journal in 2016. After kissing me for a few minutes, Laura, my ex-girlfriend, pulls her top down and lets me feel and kiss her breasts. I am so excited and nervous I almost enter an apoplectic state. It is a moment of rapid heartbeats and... Continue Reading →
I clicked through her photos again. And there we were -- our eyes closed, shrouded by the sun, kissing each other.
*Don't you just hate when someone writes a story in fragmented sections and then publishes them out of order? Well, okay, I'm sorry! But here is the prequel to my previous Sex and Sickness posts. When I first got sick in 2010 I was dating a gorgeous, smart, blonde-haired kinesiology major named Molly (not her... Continue Reading →
*Wait! Did you read Part 1? Please do so, otherwise this post will seem a bit confusing. Okay, where were we? Yes, we were making out. Myself and Mia, that is. Or had I gotten to that part yet? All right, let's back it up for a minute. When Mia first arrived there was hugging... Continue Reading →