Naj

New skirt. Swollen breasts. Good hair. High off life. He’s young, French, 6’3, sexy, cool as smoke. It’s a five minute Citibike to his studio in Hell’s Kitchen. You’re perched on a stoop in the most casually sexy position possible. Minutes later, he’s walking toward you, handsome as a black cat, a smile that lights up the sky; happy you’re there, and you’re you. He moves very fast, full of zest. Like a puppy, he tugs and bounces with eagerness to smother you. Drinking wine, laughing about America and France, he wants you to sit on his face. When you do, it’s like a great day just became your best life. You can’t help yourself. Soon you are sitting on top of him, breasts spilling out of your shirt, watching his face become vulnerable in the warm afternoon light. There are times in life when you are so happy to live that you capitulate to the liberation of surrender and no consequences seem to matter. His hand on your neck, he is behind you, asking if he can come inside. You close your eyes. You’re willing to hold this moment forever.

Yes.

Thank you.

You make love all night, and he insists you watch movies and sleep over.

When you wake, you sneak out. The exterminator is coming. That’s a good excuse.

You left without saying goodbye! I will see you Sunday right?

All day long, your mind skips back to the memory. You want to dive under your sheets and relive it until you burst.

That night you’re on another date when he texts. He doesn’t answer an hour later when you call him from the bathroom. He texts you for the next three hours, accuses you of ghosting after not saying goodbye and doesn’t respond again.

Millennial Sex True Stories Podcast

As a researcher and storyteller, I’m obsessed with personal historical artifacts in first person story form. I remember the year 2000, I was at Costo with my mom and there was a book titled, GIG: Americans talk about their jobs at the turn of the Millennium. Each page was a different person, describing their careers and how they do their everyday work. The diversity in dialect, vocabulary, tone, attitude and work itself fascinated me. It was like a keen voyeuristic window into the authentic personal atmosphere of every archetype in America. It was understanding, through their real voices, what it was to walk in their shoes. I knew I could use their personalities and experiences to create interesting, authentic characters for the rest of my storytelling life.

And so Millennial Sex True Stories Podcast, was born of a similar need- the need to understand human sexuality from a real, authentic, storytelling perspective that let me vicariously engage in someone else’s experience.

In the three years since Millennial Sex rue Stories Podcast began, nearly 100 guests have shared their most ironic and entertaining experiences related to sex. Find us on Soundcloud, iTunes, Spotify, or just google Millennial Sex True Stories Podcast. To share a story on Millennial Sex Podcast, message millennialsex@gmail.com

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Famous People with Asperger’s

About one in 165 people have Asperger’s and they tend to be interesting people. Just take a look at this short list of famous people with Asperger’s and you will recognize some of history’s greatest minds!

Scientists & Inventors: Issac Newton, Nikola Tesla, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Marie Curie, Alfred Kinsey, Benjamin Banneker, Barbara McClintock, Thomas Jefferson, Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin

Writers & Directors: Tim Burton, Stanley Kubrick, Lewis Carroll, Emily Dickenson, James Joyce, Hans Christen Andersen

Artists & Composers: Mozart, Michelangelo, Andy Warhol

Entertainers: Jerry Seinfeld, Daryl Hannah, Dan Aykroyd, Anthony Hopkins

Chess Grandmasters: Bobby Fischer

See more at the link!

https://aspergersvic.org.au/List-of-possible-Aspergers-people

Andy

Andy sets himself apart from others by extending his match 24 hours, so it glows pink. After a week of small talk on the app, you ask to meet. He is very clear about when he can- weekends only- and you can tell he’s more disciplined than you. You pack coconut mojitos onto an electric scooter and coast down Park Avenue to Murray Hill. Clutching the frothy white cocktails, your eyes sweep up and down Lexington Ave until you spot him. He is an inch shorter than he claimed, and looks like he could have finished undergrad last year, but he’s sexy. His skin is creamy and white. The curve of his nose is adventurous and quixotic. A rebellious lock of dark hair curls on his forehead, even after he pushes it away. You can’t help but think of The Three Musketeers. 

You sip your drinks beside the water. 

It’s a classic introduction: traveled where? bands seen? DJs loved? career going? Six years younger than you, he enjoys a communications role at an enormous investment bank. He just fell into it; a story you’ve heard before. Despite the formalities, the chemistry is decent. You replenish your cocktails a couple times and stroll until you arrive at his apartment. It’s a large townhouse, five stories high, and he’s on the top with an outdoor terrace that faces the Empire State Building. After 20 minutes, he finally puts his lips on yours. They are soft, full, beautiful lips that match his shapely face. He keeps kissing you until finally he asks if you’d like to go on the bed. That’s when you begin to think it’s too soon. You wonder if you should have worn fancier underwear, or if you should refrain from sex until later. Then you realize, you’ll only go home and be alone and maybe never get to experience this moment again. You get naked and make love until the sheets are soaked. When you’re done, you’re so sticky you have to shower. In front of his building, he leans against the iron fence and presents his lips. You’re glad he has nothing to hide. You don’t stop making out until the Uber arrives.

Love on the Spectrum

Most dating shows are too scripted and fake with contestants that are like glitzy Vegas trinkets, always with the same shape, color and attitude, but not Netflix’s new romance reality series, LOVE ON THE SPECTRUM. One of my favorite new shows,Love on the Spectrum is a dating and romance reality series featuring Australians with Autism who are looking for love and a few who already found it. What’s great about Love on the Spectrum is who unique is character is. Similarly to how kids can’t easily hide their true feelings, people with Autism tend to be quite direct. So the real emotions of the characters are captured without the usual pretense. Love on the Spectrum is interesting because it refreshes us with new socio-cultural understandings. There are sweet moments, but also sad ones. The couples who got engaged seemed truly perfect for each other but they appeared to have Asperger’s, rather than lower functioning forms of Autism. Cholè seemed super sweet and she’s so open, I’m sure she will fall is love with someone soon.

One character who intrigued me was Olivia because she was so angry that her voice was rigid and she often made self-abasing comments that reflected a negative perception. Olivia also had a lot of movement issues. Her anxiety kept her from remaining still. So Olivia strikes me as someone very smart who’s functionality is impaired by her anxiety, which is heavily perpetuated by her critical view. I do wish for Olivia that she is able to calm her anxiety and not put herself down or focus on the dark side in her everyday thinking. If she can find ways to look at the world in a beautiful way, despite everything that’s happened, she will vanquish the anxieties harnessed her to autistic neurological processing. Easier said that done, but Olivia is not only smart, but gorgeous so hopefully she gets the lovin’ and oxytocin we all want soon.

Watch the trailer for Netflix’s Love on the Spectrum at the link.

https://www.netflix.com/title/81265493

Paulo

A native of Portugal, his profile claims he’s “”smarter, funnier and better looking in person”. He’s in private equity and his pictures feature an Hermes belt hoisting up white pants, his silhouette taking a swing on the golf drive at Chelsea Piers, and a close up with sunglasses. None of these excites you, but you like Europeans and his distance is a mere mile away, which in NYC terms means next door, plus several blocks of comfort. It’s worth a shot. Besides, all you really want is a glassfull of banter that can potentially lead to thrilling, passionate sex. He wants to meet at an Italian wine bar near his apartment. After initially agreeing, you decline and suggest another day. You’re not in the mood for alcohol and you know better than to force it. After a few days, he texts. 

How are you?

Well, and you?

I just had dinner… I’d like to have you for dessert.

Experts warn, you should avoid sugar and fat. 

LOL! I don’t listen to experts. 

It’s an encouraging sign that perhaps you can establish enough chemistry to make it to the bedroom. By Thursday night, you’re ready for a drink. You suggest the lively tapas spot on the corner. Again he suggests the Italian pizza bar near his apartment. You want  to look slim in your dress, not gorge on gluten, so you ask, 

Why?

Because I don’t feel like walking there just to walk back. 

You sit awhile with this revelation, letting the apathy of his position lethargize you with date inertia. 

Of course, you can make the 15 min stroll to his block, or ride a Citibike for six minutes, or take a Revel moped for $3, or even an Uber for $5, but so can he. It’s really that you want fun cocktails and a trendy atmosphere more than heavy wine and old Europeans. 

Meanwhile, he is becoming unnerved by your reticence. 

Is that okay?

You don’t say it probably isn’t.

It’s just humid, you know. 

And just like humidity, his jejune qualities, and blurry photos precipitate the improbability of a connection with someone who can’t be bothered to consider your comforts or tastes. It’s definitely no.

He doesn’t take it well and alerts you with several petty texts.

It’s not worth explaining that you can’t sleep with someone who makes it clear you’re no’t worth a $5 cab or a 15 minute walk. You wish him well.

No, I get the last laugh, he taunts, every text reinforcing your decision.

If you’re such a stickler for a meeting spot that explains why you’re single!

And that’s when it hits you, that the beauty of experience is knowing early that something isn’t for you. It feels good to be single, even if it doesn’t always feel good to be alone.