The Argentinian and the Sex Swing

My apartment in Berlin is pretty typical, with very high ceilings, hardwood floors, and a small awkward kitchen. Actually, these days it’s maybe less than typical because no one actually lives there full-time. Stefan moved out to the countryside and I moved back to the US, so anything that makes a home a home is…

Mutual, I’m Sure!

I slowly rise to the surface of this cold winter morning, enjoying the soft snuffle of Odysseus’ snoring in my ear, his long arms wrapped around me, spooning me from behind. What a strange but lovely relationship we have. Alternately friends who just snuggle on the couch and wild fuck buddies who never kiss or…