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I used to get mildly jealous when bloggers I know got tapped to answer “memes.” What was wrong with me that no one asked me? Then fellow Prague power blogger Nomes tapped me, and I found I had nothing to write that didn’t sound ridiculous or, worse yet, boring. Sorry, Naomi! I know that some bloggers are good at …
The following events took place on night tram #54, Stromovka Park, and Výstaviště sometime during the winter of 2006, between the hours of midnight and 5 AM, I turned my head slightly when I felt someone or something brush my shoulder. Because of the two hoodies I was wearing, seeing anyone behind me was difficult, …
Did I really suck the big, beautiful brown dick of that average-looking gypsy guy with the awful mullet? In the toilet? Twice? And then go back out into the room and tongue Milan, the skinhead gypsy I’ve had a crush on for months? Did I really turn down the reciprocal blow job? What was wrong with me?
Pavel was a straight, early-20s Czech rent boy who had a girlfriend and eventually a baby boy. He was the closest thing I had to... and I got into a lot of trouble together, mostly by drinking and acting out, and I have no doubt that I kissed him more than any other man, including long-term boyfriends. Most people who saw us out together assumed we were boyfriends, which we were, to some extent. Whatever we were, we had a one-of-a-kind relationship. This night, we had even more fun than usual.