“ If beauty was in the eye of the beholder, he was going to be one hell of a beholder. ”
Be calm. Keep reading.
~ Tom Cardamone
He craved sex and chocolate. Chocolate was his heroin. Men were his needle.
Sure that there was an attainable bliss somewhere beyond the decimal point in the p of his sexual trysts, I felt that maybe he had already attained what I was looking for, a more instinctual regard for sex, an equality among thirsts. He had done what I wanted to do: washed the wound of appetite in a relentless waterfall of sweat and semen.
Contemporary novels can have a fleeting existence within the current multiplication of medias and the technological rapidity with which art is delivered and consumed. A cultural lacuna has opened, one that needs arresting.
