An Appetite for Pleasure

When I was 11 and staying at a friend’s house, we stumbled upon her father’s porn stash. We spent the afternoon leafing through these well- thumbed copies of Men Only.  At this distance in time I don’t remember a great deal about them except being fascinated by a photospread of a guy eating bananas and cream off his partner’s lady parts. And so a connection … Continue reading An Appetite for Pleasure


Your hands, Doctor, healing hands that reassure even with a cold touch, hands that move my lips apart with latex softness, a guerrilla in the jungle parting leaves to spot the enemy. Your hands, Doctor, heavy hands that I remember as your face remains veiled in smoke, the hands that gave  me polio vaccine like a secular Eucharist,  a pink blob on a sugar lump … Continue reading DOCTOR