The Worst Thing That Has Ever Happened to My Penis

The Worst Thing That Has Ever Happened to My Penis

After thirty-some-odd years on this planet I’ve seen a lot of bad things happen to people. I’ve seen the after affects of someone’s body consumed by fire. I’ve seen people die of various deceases. I’ve witnessed at least two people get hit by cars, I’ve seen a stabbing, I’ve seen a lot of fist fights. That’s not even getting into the consensual shit I’ve seen, which would include things like…

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Ramble

For a majority of my adult life a dream (more accurately a goal) was to take a year off and just write. To a degree, I did that last year. I was out of work from April 2013 to (almost to the day) April 2014. I travelled around Europe and the Southern US. I wrote a lot. I made headway on two novels and made some big decisions about how I want to move forward with my work in general.

Eventually the money ran out. I lived well that year. I pampered myself and others, I worked hard and played hard. I found myself in new ways, but in the end I had to go back to the daily grind.

My new job is interesting, easy, low stress, and it pays well. I can see a path in the company I am now with or others like it, where I can move up.

It is all a means to an end though. My heart isn’t in it. I will go and do the work and shake the hands, but it’s all biding my time.

Still, I’m not detached enough not to fall into the interesting rhythms and gossips of a new office. The interactions and currencies of a new workplace are always riveting to me. It fuels the archives; new faces, new quirks for characters, names and details.

But day to day, outside work, I find myself drowning in thoughts. The inspiration is still there and lunch breaks and weekend are filled with finding time to get the words all down. The muscle of writing has been exercised every day for too long and now I’m a race horse chomping at the bit, nervous in my stable.

So that’s where I am. Still, for the time being, broke, and still hungry, which feels good. Still looking for the perfect percentages of work and writing and money. The last few months have taught me how to live a little lighter. How to shrink my monthly bills to the bare minimum. What things are actually important to me. I can move forward from there and save up and keep my eyes open for new opportunities.

And I’ll get by writing through my lunch breaks and stealing an hour at a cafe to type type my smut and maybe even my important work. And I’m learning to forgive myself the differences between the two and respect all of my words, be they dirty, silly, or profound.

I’m still hopelessly in love with myself and living my life as art and aware and amazed.

Dirty Boys Reading only one week away!

As many know I’ve been rather busy with my new job. Sigh, oh how I miss my leisurely morning ritual of making coffee and eggs and working on my novels. But, alas, as much as I love writing dirty words, they are not paying the bills quiet yet. So back to the coal mines, or in this case working for a big magazine doing graphic design type stuff.

But, I am excited to remind everyone about Dirty Boys on Sunday May 4th!

The usual suspects will be there, Guy New York, Gibson Grand, and myself, as well as a new guest reader, Marissa Quenqua.

If the first few Dirty Boys are any gauge, this one should be truly spectacular. They seem to get dirtier and wilder every time and now that we are in a larger more private venue, thing should really get interesting. The Parkside lounge have a pretty big seating area and stage as well as a lovely bar. So come out and hear us, there will be a raucous crowd and some inspired stories and maybe even a few surprises.

See you there,
Jack

dirtyboysnyc
dirtyboysnyc:

The next Dirty Boys reading will be bigger, louder, and dirtier!

As much as we love The Magician, last reading we packed the place and scared the neighbors. So please join us on May 4th at our new venue, The Parkside Lounge. We will have a lot more seating and privacy in their performance area, which means… well, which means trouble.

As always, Jack Stratton, Guy New York, and Gibson Grand will be reading their tales of love, lust, misery, joy, & rock and roll. We are also happy to introduce a new guest reader, Marissa Quenqua!

The Dirty Boys Reading
May 4th, 2014 - 7PMThe Parkside Lounge
317 East Houston St (at Attorney St), NYC
$5 Cover - 21 and over

RSVP on Facebook!

Photos of the Dirty Boys by Walter Wlodarczyk

dirtyboysnyc:

The next Dirty Boys reading will be bigger, louder, and dirtier!

As much as we love The Magician, last reading we packed the place and scared the neighbors. So please join us on May 4th at our new venue, The Parkside Lounge. We will have a lot more seating and privacy in their performance area, which means… well, which means trouble.

As always, Jack Stratton, Guy New York, and Gibson Grand will be reading their tales of love, lust, misery, joy, & rock and roll. We are also happy to introduce a new guest reader, Marissa Quenqua!

The Dirty Boys Reading
May 4th, 2014 - 7PM
The Parkside Lounge
317 East Houston St (at Attorney St), NYC
$5 Cover - 21 and over

RSVP on Facebook!

Photos of the Dirty Boys by Walter Wlodarczyk

latraviatarossa
latraviatarossa:

Dearest Mr. Gentleman, I regretfully write to say I will be unable to attend this month’s fête, as I will be en route to New Orleans, to indulge in some decadence of a different sort.Do spare a thought for me as you taste your first sip of bourbon tonight, and know I’ll be missing you all down to the last drop of my Sazerac rye. I look forward to sharing the more sordid details of my sultry, southern sojourn when I return.
          Sincerely yours,                        Ms. Elsha LaRossa

(to: tdgpresents cc: dorothydarker, quickienewyork, writingdirty, and the rest of you. You know who you are…  xxooxxoo)

Sigh. She will be missed.

latraviatarossa:

Dearest Mr. Gentleman, 
I regretfully write to say I will be unable to attend this month’s fête, as I will be en route to New Orleans, to indulge in some decadence of a different sort.
Do spare a thought for me as you taste your first sip of bourbon tonight, and know I’ll be missing you all down to the last drop of my Sazerac rye. 
I look forward to sharing the more sordid details of my sultry, southern sojourn when I return.

          Sincerely yours,
                        Ms. Elsha LaRossa

(to: tdgpresents cc: dorothydarker, quickienewyork, writingdirty, and the rest of you. You know who you are…  xxooxxoo)

Sigh. She will be missed.