There I was again. On the couch. Glass of wine in hand. Watching another episode of romance that makes real life look like a condom wrapper on the floor. You know something happened here once, but the excitement is long gone. You know the feeling. That moment when two characters look at each other and suddenly the room is full of tension, chemistry, lust, longing and possibly a broken bed…
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Gay Lovemaking: The (Not-So) Spontaneous Art of Passion
Let’s have a little chat about one of the biggest lies ever told to gay men. No, not “your hair looks fine” or “I’m five minutes away.” I’m talking about the cinematic fever dream that is spontaneous gay sex. You know the scene. Two men…
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Aging Disgracefully: The Wrinkle in My Gay Agenda
They say men age like fine wine. Cute. Except I’ve never seen a bottle of Merlot wake up with lower back pain and an existential crisis about its hairline. Aging, as it turns out, is less “fine wine” and more “spilled sangria on a white…
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Going Doggy Style: How Our Puppy Killed the Bone(r)
Like every delusional gay man who thinks his relationship is untouchable because the throw pillows match and the joint Netflix account hasn’t caused a fight yet, I thought getting a puppy was a great idea. A small test. Something easy. A living creature that screams…