I had a particularly hot dream last night. I tracked down Vi. It was nighttime and the room was dark and we quickly got down to having sex. It was slow, powerful and passionate. Absent were the neuroses and self doubt about STD's, dirtiness, etc. although I am sure we used condoms. After a while he suggested he invite his friend for a threesome. ( Read more... )

Back in the big devil, the dark master San Francisco. Wrapped in a mantle of fog, he rules over the darkness of the city and within ourselves. He lives in the rustle of leaves dragged by the wind against the rough sidewalk, in the angry growl of revving motors of cars speeding past, way too close for comfort, wails of sirens rushing to another ( Read more... )

At night San Francisco has the kind of dystopian darkness that envelops you like a blanket. I feel safe and familiar walking in this darkness lit by intermittent street lamps, very similar to the feeling in Minsk where I was born and spent my early childhood. The feeling of mystery, robbers and phantoms hiding in every brick alley. They never ( Read more... )