Wine is a passion! For the producers, for the consumers, for Argentina, and for me, wine is most certainly a passion. Viticulture is the 7,000 year old hobby we continually love to celebrate. But what happens when you travel to a spectacular, world famous wine producing country, but end up over 600 miles from the nearest winery?
A tangasm is not a climax in the way we think of an "orgasm." There is no particular moment of release. The tangasm is not about how it looks, it's about how it feels. A tangasm is a moment of total connection coupled with full-body pleasure, bodies swirling with each other, breathing together, a union with the moment, your partner, the music, the room.
Eight years, eight cities: Buenos Aires, Melbourne, Bangkok, Berlin, Rome, Tel Aviv, Cape Town and Sydney. And what do I have to show for all that time spent living outside the U.S.? Here are some highlights: at least twice as much romantic drama (and comedy) in half the time I spent in New York City, at least two books, and at least five valuable lessons in love and lust.
I fell in love with a boy who had to sneak out of his house to see me. I say "boy" not because we were teenagers breaking curfew. Shane and I were grown men, consenting adults who had been seeing each other for several months. We had everything: chemistry, passion, heat. But only when we got behind closed doors.