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...
Choking a Dead Chicken
The Battle of Chick-fil-A might be the first culture clash where both sides consistently win. A decade of public relations warfare hasn’t halted the progress of either adversary toward its goals, and since the ...
The ‘One Drop’ Ban on Male Intimacy
One of my biggest fears as an 18-year-old on the verge of coming out of the closet was being wrong about being gay. Perhaps my experimentation with other boys was a phase – an extended, immersive one – and how ...
The 25% Sweet Spot in Gay Dating
The “Who Viewed Your Profile” section for most of my dating apps should be renamed “Guys Who Dodged Your Shot.” Whenever I click on that feature, it’s usually a recap of men with whom I have unsuccessfully flir...
Here’s to Hoping My Love is Less Lethal
I got a new kitty last week, and if this one dies in less than five years I’ll know for sure I’m not meant to be a pet owner. The sadness I felt when my first cat suddenly died when he was four was surpassed by...
Free Ed Buck?
American society tried to convince me to hate my father based on a century-old lie, and it might have succeeded had I not learned more about who my mother was and remains. My parents’ romance began in 1977, a f...