what i learned in bed with four eastern european women | red room no. 5

intimacy isn’t performance. it’s the crossing.

they arrived from different places, different ages, different kinds of urgency. the polish girl was a quick flame, the dagestani a bright curiosity, the russian a measured burn, the ukrainian a slow, deliberate fire that held for years. what surprised me was less the differences and more the same thread running through all of them: a full embrace of their sexuality as a form of currency, language, and truth.

with two of them — the ukrainian and the russian — sex was guarded at first. the crossing from “safe” to “unprotected” became a ceremony. when we