This is Your Wake-up Call (Or, Story of the Disappointing Penis)

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This is Your Wake-up Call (Or, Story of the Disappointing Penis)
There's something enticing about hitting on men when you're on a date . . .

by Panty Parade / Off Go the Panties

Waking up disoriented in a strange hotel room sounds like the beginnings of an urban legend. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had all that much to drink the night before OR maybe because my dog was there beside me OR maybe because my host had left hours earlier—but I did not find WELCOME TO AIDS scrawled in lipstick on the bathroom mirror or a stranger soaking in an ice-filled bathtub with a recently removed kidney.

I did find a few spent condoms in the trash.

I also found my panties and dress mixed up in the sheets.

As I made my way across the room filled with dirty clothes, generic whiskey bottles, and half-empty pizza boxes, I became acutely aware of the fact that I was ankle deep in self-loathing. My worn-out, haggard expression staring back at me in the mirror only confirmed the pieces of memory floating back into my consciousness.

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