An Evening Outing

Coffee. Congeniality. Random passersby to objectify. It’s a good way to spend the evening. I meet up with a few friends for coffee or beer regularly. You could call it a girls’ night out, but some of us are men. The idea’s the same, though: good food, drinks, lots of bullshitting, laughing confessions of embarrassing [...]

Reflections on a Morning Masturbation

Most mornings I drag myself out of bed and onto my yoga mat. Once in a while, though, I have more urgent matters to attend to: relieving the effects of a dream that’s been interrupted just before its climax. Last night I had vague and hazy dreams of a series of partners encountered in the [...]

Frot Me, Baby

When I went to school up in San Jose, I was introduced to the light rail system and a whole new fantasy: frottage. Most of the time I was able to obtain a seat, but the days when I had to stand…well, I was always on the look out for someone to play a starring [...]

My Bisexually Apperceived Bias

[edit: I should have titled this "My Apperceived Bisexuality Bias" instead. Too late now, I pinged everybody, but I just can't stand leaving my mistakes uncorrected.]
I had a peculiar encounter at the gym this afternoon. I was sitting in the steam room, eyes demurely downcast when a woman sat down across from me [...]

Vintage Cars & Vintage Sex

I followed a stranger I saw in opposing traffic today. For miles. Actually, it was only three, but still. I didn’t even get a glimpse of the unknown’s face until she turned into a shopping mall parking lot. She. Driving a late fifties Plymouth Sport Fury. Not my dream car, but damn close enough. I’d [...]

In Search of Other Bisexuals

I?m at a loss as to how people can tell that I?m bisexual. A friend of mine told me that she?d known from the moment she met me, that I just look bisexual.

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