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Harvey Milk’s Fortuitous ‘Last Dance’

Harvey Milk would’ve turned 90 years old this week, although the pioneering LGBT activist and politician probably wouldn’t have reached that age even if he hadn’t been assassinated. While his death and the subs...

New Normal, New You?

Since mid-March, I’ve felt a bit guilty anytime I write a social media post that doesn’t make my friends cum. While many might cringe at my raunchy homosexual schtick during ordinary times, I’ve hoped my one-li...

So, When Can We Fuck?

With masturbation becoming our national pastime, I recently saw a video that made me wonder whether the skankiest type of sex is now the safest. The amateur clip showed its star being penetrated through a glory...

COVID-19 Cops & a Culture of Denunciation

A local news anchor reported that law enforcement was looking for someone who was posing as a sheriff’s deputy by pulling over drivers and accusing them of violating Georgia’s stay-at-home order – and I said a ...

Was Andrew Gillum Closeted or Conspired Against?

A set of inexplicable toes may wind up saving Andrew Gillum’s marriage and political career. The Democrat who almost became Florida’s governor in 2018 was naked and comatose on the floor of a Miami hotel in wha...

Mattachine’s Wet Dream

Supporters of Pete Buttigieg were often indignant toward liberal perceptions that he was “the wrong type of gay,” without many recognizing his candidacy was the wet dream of one of the first sets of Americans t...

Bare-Naked with No One to Fuck

I was having second thoughts about the accommodations I made for a trip to Miami when my friend reassured, “How bad could an American hostel be?” The answer, I’ve learned, is not awful until you want to have so...

Gay Men & Other Peoples’ Plague

My new kitten is utterly adorable, and I bet she tastes delicious, too. Fixie’s bright enough to play fetch, sharp enough to catch onto the tricks I use to get her out of my bedroom, and has such a lively chara...

Treasuring the LGBTQ ‘Trap’

This was the first time my body was searched for weapons at a museum entrance, so I could empathize with the confused 14-year-old in our group. “My son lives in the suburbs, sir,” my cousin said, explaining ...

When Algorithms Throw Shade

There are few things pettier and worse at keeping secrets than a social media algorithm. You’ll download an app to discreetly chat with guys you met on other platforms, only to have the program send a message t...

The Queer Cost of ‘Happiness’

It’s difficult to argue on behalf of childhood trauma without seemingly encouraging parents to fuck up their kids’ formative years. However, many of my (self-identified) most neurotic friends grew up with an em...