I went to Spain intending to make out with a Spanish dude. My friend Beau recently got back from Europe. His trip was fueled, as far as I can tell, by mad, passionate sex parties. Basically rather than flying from one ancient medieval city to the Continue reading →
Ah, romance. The blood rushes to the cheeks, the palms flutter to perhaps clutch a lover’s for the first time, the bull terrier savagely mangles the chihuahua. Whaaa? I am immediately suspicious of anyone who owns a dog that occasionally gets on the news for mauling. Continue reading →
I’m really screwing up this dating thing. I’m a bisexual man. I like men and women. I like masculinity and femininity. So, I should be lighting the dating world on fire like a queer Caesar striding triumphantly into Rome, right? Instead I’m like a neurotic Continue reading →