“How much is the show?” I ask the balding man standing at the foot of the stairs.
Just behind him, the mystery radiates. Half-naked women are waiting to become fully naked women for paying customers (like me!) and everything about this idea excites me more than I can handle. The thrill of naked flesh. The power of money. The heat of doing something “taboo.” I’ve had a few drinks and my husband is 3,000 miles away — I’m ready to cross lines and masturbate in front of a complying stranger.
The man looks confused. “You mean for...
Erica Garza is a writer from Los Angeles. Her essays have been published by Salon, Substance, HelloGiggles and The Manifest-Station. She is also a staff writer and travel curator at Luna Luna Mag. Read more at www.ericagarza.com.