Category Archives: Europe
This is why I speed.
Tom says it’s a testicular pleasure. And while, as a woman, I can’t quite get on board with that reason, I cannot deny the sexual reference, nor my need for speed. Maybe it’s the pleasure it brings me, when the driving fast is combined with the illegality of it. It’s like sex- but not like this kind of sex. It’s like all the best parts of sex: the power, the control, the excitement, the pleasure, the adrenaline rush, the possibility of getting caught, the newness every time, the rise in blood pressure, the release, the chance to…
Heineken=Idiodem in T9 texting

There’s a place in Amsterdam where you’re encouraged to drink as much as you can in thirty minutes, at 11 Am on a Sunday.
But that’s not the story.
The story is why I never made it there.
Years ago, I was in Amsterdam, staying at a hostel that was an old monastery converted into dorms and common bathrooms.
I met a few girls when I checked in, totally misunderstood their warning about roaches under the beds, but followed their directions to a place where I could get something to eat. How tough could it be to find a…




