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Chubby Chaser Prom – A Reminiscence

I sit on my bed with my laptop, my back against the wall so nobody can see what I’m doing. The website I’m signing up for is called Adam4Adam. The margins are mosaics of gay porn links. Bareback Twinks. Broke…

The Fool’s Hiatus PART II: Jabberwocky Sword

While meditating on the best, most elegant way to segue into the second part of the most intense love story I’ve experienced in years, I realized I must first consider my target audience. Naturally, I decided to start with gratuitous…

The Fool’s Hiatus – Part I: Ginger Magic

A lot of you – well, at least my loyal readers (all five of you) might be wondering why I haven”t posted in the last few months. I will come clean and fess up. Firstly, I broke up with Terrence,…

“Feminicity”

So I had gotten myself a new boyfriend. The perfect scenario all girls dream of: some ridiculously hot guy randomly deciding to commit on the first date. What more could I ask for? Terence was so great, he even liked…

Moonstruck

The most beautiful boy in the world lived in a castle in the sky with a mirror by his side. All alone, he wished on the full moon for a man who would make him happy. The moon heard his…

Can’t Spell Sex without Ex PART II: The Harem

So a gay redneck, a gay Mexican, and a gay Chinese guy start living together… No, it’s not the set up for a racist, homophobic joke; it’s my living situation. My ex-boyfriend and I were living in peace together (in…

Can’t Spell Sex without Ex. PART I

Once upon a time a twenty-two-year-old “friend of mine” made a big mistake. For fear of embarrassing the author of this blog, the identity of this “friend” shall remain confidential. But I’ll give you a hint: It starts with m,…

The Reindeer and the Moose

A few months earlier, Frank said to me, “I don’t really think I have time for an unhealthy relationship with you. I need to work on fixing the unhealthy relationship I have with myself. And I’m not going to apologize…

(Gay) Sex and the (Other) City

It’s only recently that I’m getting used to coming first – both in sex and in life. It’s probably because I’ve been used to coming second since birth. I grew up in Guadalajara, Mexico, the country’s second largest city. Now I live in Los Angeles, the American city with the silver medal; this sex blogger can’t afford New York or Manolo Blahniks. In the same way, when you’re a Gay, working-class, Latino man of barely-above-average looks, you always get stuck being the sidekick, just like in the movies. I’m a personal assistant who’s studied English for two years at the most prestigious university in Los Angeles, and I’m still washing dishes for a living – oh, the places where being Mexican takes you! In any case, sooner or later comes the day when you tire of not being the protagonist of your own life, and you take a chance.