SLH Vol1 Winter Season (members only)
by hannah
August 23rd, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 3)
CHAPTER 3: THE AGONY OF ECSTASY.
I am bent over grabbing one ankle. The Yoga Instructor is coaching us to breathe deeply so that we can form our bodies into perfect triangles. But what we’re all really doing is checking out The Yoga Instructor. The Yoga Instructor has long blond hair, a perfectly chiseled body, and a hip-hugging sarong tied around his waist. He reminds me of the men who adorned the romance novels I used to find in my mother’s bedside table.
“If done correctly, this pose will remove tension from your lower back and your mind,” he says, gliding around the room.
It may also cause my head to explode from checking out his biceps while inverted.
by tactics
August 22nd, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 2)
CHAPTER 2: BREAKING UP WITH BAD HABITS.
I’m on my couch, flipping through a “chick mag,” eating Brazilian Acai Berry Sorbet Häagen-Dazs. I’m reading an article about ten things not to do after your boyfriend dumps you. It’s about what so many seriously co-dependent, emotionally unstable women digress to whenever a relationship goes sour: They start eating dessert all day; or drinking their favorite cocktail all night; or having pointless sex with pointless men; or running up credit cards with irrational wardrobe purchases; or chain-smoking; or incessantly calling their ex-boyfriends to try to work things out. Things I would never do.
I scoop a spoonful of sorbet out of the pint in my hand.
Thank god I have no bad habits, I think, biting at the hangnail on my pinky finger. It starts to bleed. Okay, none that are really bad. Unless I’m under the influence of pissed off. Or totally depressed. Or sometimes bored. And definitely if I’m at some pretentious and superfluous Hollywood party. But seriously-I am in total control of my environment. I shake an aspirin out of the bottle sitting on my coffee table.
by hannah
August 21st, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 1)
CHAPTER 1: NEW YEAR’S EX.
I am going to seduce my boyfriend.
We’re supposed to go to this glossy New Year’s Eve Party at the Beverly Hills hotel my boyfriend manages. He’s supposed to pick me up at seven. It’s six twenty-three. I’m not planning on getting dressed. I lift my vodka cocktail off the bathroom counter and take a sip.
Tensions have been running high in our relationship. This is nothing new. After five and a half years together, no more than five months have ever gone by without some kind of drama, incident, or break-up. But we are going to make it. We’ve been together way too long to not make it. I fidget with my garter belt, trying to figure out what’s supposed to sit left, right, and center.
