Venial Sin

I’ve got no really good way to describe what happened to me last night other than to say that I ended up in Fulham at 4:45 in the morning, engaged in a sword-duel with an insane Colombian artist from Bogota who did nothing but talk for three hours about how expensive his things were and repeatedly ask me “How very dare you?”, before locking me into his house because I wouldn’t sleep with him, which led to my having to [...]

It’s terrifying when the state of my life has been reduced to this: I’m madly lusting after a 37-year-old half-Dane with a social reformist complex and a committed boyfriend because…well, because I’m in Karachi mainly. Not that he’s not a good-looking guy; he is, and from the brief vodka-rum-gin-and-wine-laced conversations we had last night, there’s a personality and intelligence involved as well, certainly enough to shine through the clouds of cigarette smoke and alcohol fumes that adorned my friend’s house [...]

Here I am, in Karachi. A Saturday night, and at a friend’s house, I find myself wondering about the essential fairness of life. I meet a fantastic (physically and mentally) attractive half-Danish half-Pakistani man, only to discover his long-term relationship with some Aryan Nation blonde-haired, blue-eyed Hitler Youth (or so I presume in my angst). And I think he’s fantastic, he lives in Copenhagen, and to top it all off, he’s coming to EuroPride in London. And I think I [...]

The Financier is pure evil. Deviltry personified. All manner of malice wrapped up into one (very voluminous) pointy-headed, body. Which is not to say that I don’t adore him because I do; it’s just that his professional work ethic is intense enough to have a serious impact on his social life, and therefore by extension, on my night(s) out, since I almost never go out without him. The man works insanely hard, but then turns around and parties just as [...]

Although my throat has officially closed up and an assortment of bacteria are making their presence felt up and down my trachea, I’m still so pleasantly full from this afternoon that the sore lump that explodes in a firestorm of agony each time I sip water is barely noticeable. The timing could have been better though. I’m flying out to Karachi tomorrow night, which means that I’ll probably be incommunicado for the next week or so. Anyone want movies/TV shows [...]

Monday night ended up with Ryan and I sitting up at my place for a bit longer and just otherwise hanging out. I forget how Tuesday went, to tell you the truth–if memory serves, we just sort of sat around the flat munching on things and watching episodes of Absolutely Fabulous and reading. The extent of the conversation was probably something along these lines: Ryan: Want some coffee? Sin: No thanks. [35 minutes pass, punctuated only by the sound of [...]

You know it’s been kind of a good day when you walk five miles or so from Goodge Street down to Earl’s Court, in about an hour, loudly singing the lyrics to every song on your playlist and provoking startled looks from strangers as you pass them while grooving along to Texas’ “Inner Smile” or Fuel’s “Hemorrhage”, because it’s sunny outside, it’s just cool enough that you’re glad you wore a thick(er) jacket than would have otherwise been indicated by [...]

Dear drivers and motorcyclists of London, specifically those passing through the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea: I’ve lived in Washington DC, in a house on the edge of gentrified Dupont Circle, with below-the-poverty-line families outside my gate at all hours of the day (or night) in the summer, yelling and carousing with the aid of much alcohol in an effort to stay cool during the summer hours, or lighting fires in trash-cans and whooping it up at night to [...]