Madame Napoleon

Carisa was a genuine sparkplug. An ebullient bundle of raw firepower, even at 5-foot-nothing, she could make anyone believe this short little Cuban shit could take on the world. Sometimes, I think there were some days when she just might have ( Read more... )

5-Fingered Pause

Not that I’d suggest you should, but, if you do happen to believe Freud, you’re of the mind that everybody has some sort of unresolved psychological traumas resulting from relationships with their parents. It’s just human nature. The Oedipus complexes, daddy drama issues, you name it, we all got it. I don’t even think he really ( Read more... )

Who Am I

Ah, yes, that is the age-old question, isn't?  Nothing like waxing philosophic and wrestling with giants while the clock ticks.  So, pardon me for taking the easy route, but, since I'm an LJ Idol virgin, and this is only the non-elimination intro, I'm going to start in a place where I've already begun, and use a previous piece as a ( Read more... )

Camila (“Cam”)

Cam was the DBA on the Wells Fargo repository for which I’d been contracted to maintain system integrity in late 2005. I was working out of downtown Minneapolis, and she was in Des Moines, IA. We communicated by email, mostly, but occasionally spoke on the phone from time to time when there was a need for it, about matters related ( Read more... )

Brock

So this wild-eyed circus freak showed up at the games booth I ran for a vendor to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival my second year out there.

I had starting working out at MRF the year Liam dumped me, to give myself something fun, interesting, and social to do with my summer that didn’t involve pining over the 5 years of my life that was ( Read more... )

Liam

Liam was still married to, but recently separated from Marien when we first met, so he was still raw. The rawness eventually lost its edge, but the longing never did. He stayed married-but-separated the whole five years we were together. But, in the beginning, he came to me for company, for a sympathetic ear, to talk, and to commiserate. He ( Read more... )

Carisa (“Reese”)

Depending on what mood you found her in, which was based on and measured by how much she’d had to drink, Reese was variably convinced that I was either god’s gift to short, sexy, tough, hot-blooded Cuban lesbians with daddy issues, or a succubus intent on stealing her soul.

But she didn’t know how not to send mixed signals.

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Henry

Henry came looking for a job as a detailer with the highline luxury import dealership where I worked the front desk, and over the course of a couple of weeks or so, found himself a regular fixture at my counter as he tried to make connections, but mostly just killed time waiting while the hiring manager ducked his visits. He had a studied ( Read more... )

Terrence

I met Terrence in 1989, when I was 14, and a freshman in high school. He was in 12th grade then, for the second time around. Respectfully boisterous, openly gregarious and magnetically compelling, he had a certain silver-tongued, salacious charm that was irresistible to girls who wanted to be with him, and guys who wanted to be him. The ( Read more... )