Take a sip of a strong aromatic drink, recipe of which is one of the many secrets of Jackie Summers. Close your eyes and let your brain slowly recognize layers of cinnamon, clove and cardamom. Feel the gentle late summer breeze on your face and comfort yourself in a large red garden chair on the roof terrace of the Bushwick apartment of the writer Jackie Summers. You are about to hear a story. A true story. A story about how nothing compares to happiness and about how nothing hurts more than the pain only love can bring…
It was about a year ago when a director of production in a popular woman’s magazine, Jackie, decided to give his stories a more tangible form and start a blog. He wanted to tell stories about how the real New Yorkers live and love. Forget Carrie Bradshaw, forget the glamour, turn off the TV show about New York that was made in Hollywood and cross the Williamsburg Bridge. Listen to the slam of the door in a Brooklyn apartment, listen to the long orgasm moan, watch a couple hold their hands….
After a brief chitchat with death, Jackie decided to leave behind a job that wasn’t making him happy and to focus only on what is really important – to live well and to listen to his call. Currently, is this Bushwick-based New Yorker having long conversations about love with his friends and is writing a book based on his popular blog, Fucking in Brooklyn.
