Happy New Year … sort of
January 3, 2023
She sat in my lap. I could feel her butt against my penis. It felt good. It has been a long time since I felt that way. A man needs a woman’s touch and compassion. Misty knew that, but every stripper does. I went to Silk, spending $160 and $160 in cab coupons. It was expensive but I don’t care. It was my Christmas present to myself. Drinking champagne at midnight and at the Bartell. Before I left the theater the producer gave me a cup of champagne, saying, “Let’s get Steve’s party started.” Everyone knew where I was going. The producer said to me before The Blitz, “You should be able to have women over if you want. That’s fricking ridiculous.” I live in two different worlds. I’m independent and an author. I can do anything and write a manuscript or a script. On the other hand, I can’t respect people or have sex in my room. Soon I will be a New York author. Doing interviews, signing a contract, and doing publicity while writing another manuscript. And still, I look but I can’t touch. That’s life in a group home. How many authors live in a resident home? In April I’m moving to my apartment and I’m doing what I want. I’m done living in a group home.