One of the loveliest #dirtypromts we received was from our wonderful door girl Piper. Her saucy photo inspired lovely stories from all of the Dirty Boys. (You can find @quickienewyork’s here and @daisysanger’s here and @gibsongrand’s here)

It is a crime and there has never been a girl that made me feel more guilty.

As we pass her around, like a party favor, I am predatory and protective all at once. I have to remind myself of many things, that she is not actually a little girl, that she is as smart as she is gorgeous, that she loves being a doll as much as we love dressing her up and playing with her.

She beams like sunshine on our laps though and makes us forget half the things we’re trying to member. She flits from lip to lip with hummingbird aplomb.

Always the first to step out of her party dress and always the last to stop washing our whiskey stained glasses when the nights end.

She is our perfect Piper and as strange as it sounds, I feel blessed every time I get a dirty picture from her.

Putting Things Together

Here is one of the pieces I read last night at The Dirty Boys reading. Again, it was such a lovely evening. I’m still swooning over the audience and the emcee and my fellow readers and that hot door girl.

Putting Things Together

She promised not to smoke if I just came over. When I got there, she stank of mouthwash and she didn’t know what to do with her hands.

You could always tell the state of Amanda’s life by the state of her lips. As she moved in to kiss my cheek, I saw that that those absurdly plump lips were bitten, chapped, and raw.

"I broke up with him," she said, walking to the window as I sat on the broken futon.

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What can I say abut last night?

I found myself worrying about how long we were going. Two hours turned into more like three, but the audience stayed with us and stayed after to have some wonderful mingling and canoodling.

I can’t thank our emcee enough, the fabulous Ms Dorothy Darker, who was personable and naughty and hilarious. And our delightful door girl, in her illegal outfit, who welcomed all and sat as blushing muse through our prompt stories. And of course my wonderful co-readers, Gibson Grand, Daisy Danger, and Guy New York.

It was our largest crowd and our smoothest show. The drinks and words flowed and I couldn’t have been happier with the evening.

And indeed, there were some rather titillating diversions and perversions afterwards. Fodder for more stories, absolutely. Like the new friends who slipped snakelike out of her tiny dress only to have her date kindly ask me if I would give her 25 birthday spanks. And one for good luck, obviously.

New friends and old chatted and kissed and put on shows of their own.

By midnight I was in heaven.

And now I yawn and stretch, realizing I didn’t drink any liquor, but I still have a hangover of sorts.

But I took the day off to recover and I hope all those I saw and kissed and spanked and tied up and so on all have a wonderful Monday and I thank each and every one of them for helping to make the night a wonderful blushing biting tipsy success.

Poly

I originally wanted to write a rebuttal of Guy New York’s post on polyamory. After re-reading it though, I don’t know how to use his piece as a jumping off point. He made a beautiful mess and there is a rawness that I can’t touch. I see his points and they all make sense, for him. There is also no reason to rebut what he wrote.

Despite the fact that people sometimes confuse us, Guy and I are pretty different people. We are in very different relationships. That being said I certainly consider him poly. He may not like the term, but it is useful to describe his lifestyle, and mine.

Through my teens and twenties it seemed like my heart and my head were constantly at war. Honesty, curiosity, hedonism, adventure, the things that I tried to base my life on, always seemed at odds with falling in love. And falling in love was the goal, obviously.

Falling in love has always been a cataclysmic, life changing event for me. It still is, to be certain, but I guess what being poly has let me figure out is that I’ve looked at love as a binary instead of an emotion or a connection. All in or all out.

Somehow, somewhere around when I turned 30, after a long and complicated and fucked up breakup, I decided that there was some other way to do it. It was hard. I didn’t do it right at first. I fucked up a bunch. Now? Now I feel like I’m living the way I have supposed to be living all of my life but didn’t know it.

I mean, I’m certainly in love right now. It is a love that has changed my life. It has changed me. But there are also crushes and flirtations and intellectual dalliances. There are certain people, for whom certain times mean certain furniture will be broken. There are silly flings and May-December romances. There is a circle of friends who are on and off lovers and it’s all complicated and lovely and despite the fancy new words, I’m sure none of it is new.

Maybe the new part is the communication. The hypercommunication. The biggest realization that poly has brought me is that honesty destroys guilt. Which is good, because I don’t do guilt.

So I try and be brave and ask for what I want. If I get it, that is awesome. If I don’t get it, I deal with it. You don’t have to be happy about it, but you do have to deal with it. Sometimes asking for what you want means people will not like you anymore. Be honest with those around you and respect their choices and expect respect for yours.

Anyhow, that’s all what poly means to me. It isn’t about how many people you are dating or how many people you love or fuck. If I were single I would certainly still be poly. To me it means that I am open to being attracted to multiple people at the same time and acting on those attractions in a honest and overt manner. It means that monogamy would be difficult for me. That’s about all.

And I like the word, even if it does have its own cache of cliche. Then again I’m probably more of a geek than Guy and I’ve even admitted to being a blogger in public without cringing. I don’t so much see things like polyamory as being labels as much as they are tags for easy searchability. Poly, kinky, skeptic, writer, so on. There are a few more that I am not sure I am and struggle with, like queer, artist, ally, but that’s a whole different post, which I’m sure will also be too long.

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

The Dirty Boys are having another reading! Jack Stratton, Guy New York, and Gibson Grand will regale their eager audience with more tales of love, lust, misery, joy, drugs, and rock and roll. We will once again be joined by Daisy Danger at The Magician. 7pm Sunday, February 9th, 2014. Be there or be somewhere not even remotely as sexy.

Here is the Facebook invite

I’m happy to announce the second Dirty Boys reading will be at 7pm on Sunday, November 3rd, 2013. We will once again be at The Magician, 118 Rivington (btwn Norfolk and Essex.) There will be a $5 cover (message me if you are poor and/or desperate) and the bar is cash only.

Readers will include the usuals: Guy New York, Gibson Grand, and Jack Stratton, plus Daisy Danger and a few other guests to be announced.

For more information, see dirtyboysnyc.com.

I’m happy to announce the second Dirty Boys reading will be at 7pm on Sunday, November 3rd, 2013. We will once again be at The Magician, 118 Rivington (btwn Norfolk and Essex.) There will be a $5 cover (message me if you are poor and/or desperate) and the bar is cash only.

Readers will include the usuals: Guy New York, Gibson Grand, and Jack Stratton, plus Daisy Danger and a few other guests to be announced.

For more information, see dirtyboysnyc.com.