Flashback Friday: Texts sent to me in the days following Hurricane Sandy.
NO SEX CITY
For your convenience:
- Read the stories
- #thirstytexts
- #advice
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“Claire Mott” is a reasonably attractive 20-something that lives in Manhattan.
This is just a piece of the pie, a portion of the story.
the motts: the feeling of being embarrassed by an experience you are not involved in (i.e. scenes in movies and on TV, in public between strangers, etc.)
#thirstytexts - “Do you have power yet?”
As freeing as writing about my sex life online can be, sometimes I forget that the internet doesn’t offer much in the way of anonymity anymore. I am reminded of this fact when my lunch break is interrupted by the familiar chirp of my phone, alerting me that I have text message from an unknown number.
So I read your story about mw… it says.
I have to re-read the message a few times before I can make sense of it; I haven’t posted anything new to my blog in a while. Scrolling through my phone, I mentally check off the names of every person I’ve written about. Everyone I can think of is in my contacts list. Still unsure of which story my mystery texter is referring, I fire off the sassiest response I can muster:
How clever of me to write about someone whose # I don’t even know! Who is this?
A response arrives within seconds: This is Rich.
I know too many people with the same names. Is it Rich, the construction worker I picked up off Craigslist Missed Connections? I doubt he started going by “Rich” instead of Dick—the outdated, old man nickname he told me he preferred—in the time since last we spoke.
Another text: I said ‘mw’… not me.
[“When Sexcapades Get Real” by me for The Gaggle]
#thirstytexts - “Don’t you have a gf?”
The idea of unintentionally “running across” emails from several years ago is laughable in & of itself… but texting me out of the blue, when you have a girlfriend, to talk about it?
Your #thirst is too real, babe.
Podcast: Continuing thoughts
Thank you for all the feedback, ladies & gentlemen. I’m working on the next series of stories, which (with any luck) will be published places where lots of people will read them and call me nasty names in the comments.
However: I still think a podcast would be fun… just not as the main avenue for my storytelling. I have a few ideas for guests that I riff well with, and we’ve been talking about what we could do to fill a (roughly) 30 minute podcast. So far it sounds like answering questions, offering advice and blathering about listener-supplied topics.
If you have a question, need advice, want feedback or just have an idea for something we can jabber about: submit it via the Ask, or the Fanmail (no idea how to link that, sorry) —or, God forbid, via email. (Just include “FOR THE PODCAST” in there somewhere so I don’t fuck up and reply via the blog or private message.)
Is that it? I think that’s it.
Be well,
Claire
