Tales from The List - No. 2: Mr. Brooklyn Blue, Part II
TRANSCRIBED FROM SELECT JOURNAL ENTRIES, TALES FROM THE LIST ILLUSTRATES THE JOURNEY OF SELF DISCOVERY THROUGH SEX, INTIMACY AND RELATIONSHIPS. We begin at the edge of 17. Follow as each chapter chronicles the many exploits, tender moments, weird nights and awkward mornings of learning what sex can be for the individual, how intimacy can teach you about the world around you, and what not to do when you're too young to ask questions. Featuring illustrations by Brady Drose /IG: @bradydrose
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May 28th, 2011
Dear Journal,
Oh what liberation! Where do I begin? At the beginning? ...Or his middle to my end? Long story short or an in-depth account? Honestly, I'm so...I don't even know how, where, or what to think anymore. If we start at the interesting parts of the beginning I shall only say, this cross-country trip was originally a surprise for Summer’s twenty-second birthday in blind cupidity to rekindle the high school sweetheart flame-post Voldemort fiasco.
Funny how we shoot for the moon and land on the nearby planet in another cosmos entirely.
When I bought my ticket from LA to NYC, he was the third person I told after Dani, who was putting me up for the week in Harlem, and Summer, which we’ve already skimmed over. Following a day of slutatious texting, Dani accompanied me to meet him and his crew for drinks at Night of Joy on Lorimer in Williamsburg. It was chill, minus a few instances of mental disarray caused by the fact that the last time he was in my presence, we were naked and sweat-stained in the south of France. It took a minute for me to recalibrate and wipe clean the fantasy goggles I chose to view him through.
There were a couple of moments where he was hard to gauge. It had been so long, and I wasn't sure if I was reading the right social cues from him or the group as a whole. Everyone was polite...ish. There was one guy in the gaggle of hipster gays who has made often romantic-style appearances in Facebook photos. I didn’t know enough about XXXX, let alone his friends, to have made a judgement call on this dude’s leading, or supporting, role in the night’s affairs. I kept my eyes and ears on all hands and arms within the group, hoping to deduce if I would get any action when they all dissipated........
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