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Where Was Security When You Needed it?

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Gay black pride events in DC kicked off during the daytime. We met up at the Fireplace during off-peak hours. I discovered the night before, that I was barred for life. So, I snuck in during the day. What the hell I am on vacation! Jake looked exactly as I remembered clean shaven and cute.  The DL Chronicles He was the perfect companion:  flirtatious, fun, and available during the day...

Unrequited Love Forced Me to Wonderland for a Year

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Missing: Last Seen On Facebook

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In the digital age, a day consisted of snaps, likes, and tweets. Should you be surprised when a man chose to block, unfriend or unfollow as an exit strategy? They call it ghosting when the person who’s no longer that into you disappear like a missing intern.  He unfriended me on Facebook. He dumped me in such a modern way. Photo:  Inteligencia Dormida Ray and I dated for six months. Our...

A Blast of the Bipolar Disorder Disoriented Brunch

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The New York brunch–filled with bacon, booze, and a bipolar disorder left me starving in my relationship.   In most of the country, people go to church on Sundays. While most New Yorkers searched for religion on the dance floor on Saturday nights.  On Sundays, we brunch.  When you’re in a relationship you have to experience it with your boyfriend and his freeloading...

Getting High in the Bathroom Brought on New Low

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From fist fights to drinks thrown, questions lingered on why we were even together, to begin with? I had no choice but to end it. We just had our final argument. When does one ever know when enough is enough? Source I never quite understood why I was enamored with Leon, who had a live-in wife and two kids, living in the Bronx. A baby daddy so trifling that he would call me, from bathrooms...

Fellatio and Food Stamps on an Empty Stomach

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Sex was on the menu for a romance intolerant New Yorker, navigating awkward mating rituals on an empty stomach. There was more to life than two legs, flailing in the air, waiting for him to finally connect like he’s logging on AOL circa 1995.  Last time I checked, dial-up never got me up. I have fallen into a pattern of meeting guys on apps, after perusing photos of great promise. I ended up...

Praying During Sex–Is That a Thing?

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It was an impropriety imperceptible to me at the time. My search for love took me to church without leaving the house. Sin and syntax integrated in text messages, as a bead of sweat seeped from my forehead. After two missed connections, we finally connected like an ad on Craigslist. p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px ‘Times New Roman’; color: #000000; -webkit-text...

Barebacking the Bar-back in the Age of AIDS

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                  “I just got finished having bareback sex with a bar-back,” Leo said. I spilled my drink. Jamming something in raw is like stuffing another outfit in an already overstuffed suitcase. It requires too much vaseline for me. Giving today’s sexual climate, is it smart to have unprotected sex? Doing it in the butt like the song suggests can...

Drag Is the Thing When Dealing With Sex Addicts

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Tiny entertained his guests one by one, donning a blond wig doing what grown folks did when rent was due. He was not tiny, at 7ft tall in heels. After a night of binge drinking at Secrets, I accompanied Tiny to the Boogie Down Bronx because the trek to Brooklyn was endless. We arrived by taxi to the where he greeted his neighborhood but pulling up his dress and peeing in the middle of the street...

The Edge of Glory

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The glory hole could be the new holy grail for homosexuals. A den of iniquity where a proclivity for prostitution was as ubiquitous as drug abuse. It was my refuge on a wintery new year night when I had nowhere to go. Talk about starting the new year off right. I invested my last $10 dollars for 12 hours in the basement, after leaving my keys at the club. I meandered like a mean girl with no...

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