Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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- Kir on Fictional Characters of New York — #34: I really loved this, the way it was written, the POV and the explanations about rules, affairs...
- Google on The Great Interview Experiment: Observers maintain the item displays a new coherent approach, one thing thus low in your culture, that...
- Michele on Fashion Blogger: The woman with the skull necklace. She is the bomb diggity.
- Kizz on Fashion Blogger: Oh those shoes!
- kenju on Fashion Blogger: I suspect you did as well with these photos as any other photographer did. Well done! And I love the sunglasses in the...
Author Archives: Neil
As I mentioned on Facebook earlier, I was walking home from my first ever check-up at the dermatologist (no problems, yay!), when I passed Lincoln Center and I noticed a group of people taking photos. I had no idea that … Continue reading
On the third day of my honeymoon, I knew my marriage was a mistake. Scott and I were in our hotel room, in bed after a long day sightseeing in Paris, when I looked over at my new husband. He … Continue reading
I’m terrible at joining communities online, unless I start them myself. (Ha ha, what does that say about me?) But Melissa of Stirrup Queens always has new ideas to build community, and this one had special appeal to me. The … Continue reading
All summer, Josie observed the flitterings of romance between the library patrons. While working behind the cold marble reception desk of the reading room, Josie saw how the most unlikeliest of bespectacled readers and gaunt researchers succumbed to the power of … Continue reading
It’s common knowledge in the Bronx that you don’t remain friends with your ex, but Xavier ached to prove the others wrong. His ideas always ran contrary to common wisdom. During his childhood, he prided himself on doing the opposite … Continue reading
It was a hot summer day, when lazy minds drift off into the humidity. A family sat on the bench, waiting for the bus, after a morning of shopping at the Chinese supermarket. “How come Jen won’t let me play … Continue reading
Lily felt depressed and didn’t know why. She avoided the news and the internet. Her friends fought constantly on Facebook over the news of the day, and the tension made her body feel heavy, like a ship’s anchor falling deeper … Continue reading