I came to tell you that I love you.

“I came to tell you that I love you. And I have felt this way for a long time. But, but I was afraid of risking what we have. Will you go out with me, please?”, Gregory Milne aka G-Millz blurted out with enough anxiety to cause a tsunami. Since he had trouble maintaining eye contact during conversation, he’d focused on her eyebrows*. Practice is not always the basis for confidence, G-Millz in that moment was the living proof. And since he was not confident, he seemed insincere. Continue reading

How Chango became the seminal porn director that he is now

I had a meeting at 2 pm. It wasn’t about anything. Assemble people in a conference room, provide free food and they will find something to talk about. The meeting was dour to say the least- learned men and women gauging and criticizing their contemporaries. The stupidity of the educated cannot be underestimated. In the middle of it, I got bored. I fantasized about naked women- naked; some were in that room, some were not. I even imagined naked celebrities. Grace Kelly in a beach, Rooney Mara in a bathtub and Chanel Iman in the wilderness. I can’t help my imagination. After almost two hours, it was concluded that we needed to meet more often. Before leaving, I made myself one last cheese and cracker sandwich and chugged my drink. Continue reading