AuthorLove, Walter

A Good Man Is Hard to Find

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I meandered up and down Christopher Street like a transsexual searching for trade. After a couple of cocktails, I began counting couples.  Desperate times turned me into a desperate housewife—sans the husband. I made a left turn looking for the right street and ran straight into Bryant on the corner of Sixth Ave and Christopher Street. We met, a few months ago, outside of Secrets in the...

Should You Have Sex With Your Friends?

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It took a real friend to suck your dick and expected nothing in return. It also helped if that friend were a slut, so you’ll learn something. Should friends let friends perform fellatio on each other?  Photo:  Kevin Slack Timmy and I drank red wine out of a McDonald’s cup. It was Saturday night. We went to Someplace Else, a DC dive bar. With five people present, I rather have gone...

7 Minutes of Sex and the Emerald City

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A girl in ruby slippers once said, “There’s no place like home.” Love can lead you to Oz and back without three clicks of a heel. Bobby and I finally had sex.  We made plans for a candlelight dinner. We settled for a candle and air-conditioning. He arrived at my place 30 minutes later in his father’s truck, wearing black shorts and a uniform top. How romantic?  “You want me to...

Make Him Feel Like A Man Again

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Artwork by Anthony Gonzales  Dear Walter:  How can I make my boyfriend top? Please give me some advice? Helppppp!!!! Dear Hopeless Romantic, The last time I encountered a situation, when my boyfriend was really a bottom, masquerading as versatile. He had no idea how to use anything else but his mouth. I tried to train his penis, poor thing didn’t even know how to put a condom...

I Called Him Mr. President

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One night I met a politico in a bar, who stood out like a homeless woman wearing lipstick. But not as tragic and wore a gray suit. “Don’t I know you?” I asked. I know it is a line older than Bernie Sanders. “No, I don’t think so. I’m out of town on business.” He offered me a drink. I saw the gray suit and thought Grey Goose. One drink later, I called him Mr. President. I could have danced all...

Saying I love You Drunk in a Bathroom Stall

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My First Love Is Dead

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My first boyfriend died when I was 22. And the ghost of that relationship haunted me at 30.  At 17, I met the first man I ever loved. He walked around Union Station dressed in sweats. A place ubiquitous for cruising where gay guys would meet in hallways, stairwells, and bathrooms for casual encounters.  A friend and I scanned the mall for men. We were too young for bars. So my friend...

How Do You Know When Enough Is Enough?

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Dear Walter, I’m writing to ask when is enough [is] enough? I’ve been in a relationship with one person over 4 years and it seems to me instead of getting better it is the opposite. I’ve exhausted all think[ing] and compromising to save what we do have, which to me seems to only be the sexual part. I’ve asked for a professional opinion of the situation, but that...

Does It Matter That I Am Attracted to Black Guys?

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On Why I Write About Sex?

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A lover once asked, “Can you write about something other than your sex life?” I write about the progress people want to see. My medium happens to be between my thighs. My spring sexual awakening manifests in Facebook messages featuring dick and ass pics. No, I don’t need to see your dick and no you can’t see mine. I don’t want a long distance relationship either or marry you for a green card...

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