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A few weeks ago I wrote about a significant segment of the gay population: The Disney Boys. This week I am tackling another bloc of homosexual men that I am also a part of: The Gaymers. Are you a Gaymer? Chances are that you are. Whether your gayme of choice is the video variety, or you’re an avid player of Settlers of Catan, or you’re the first to break out a deck of Cards Against...
Last week, my good friend and photographer Roger Wingman invited me to his gallery opening at G-Lounge, Be Mine (running through March 1). When I matched with K on Tinder the following day, and he asked me out, it seemed like fate that we should go together. Previously, I had a terrible date at G-Lounge. After about fifteen minutes of conversation, he admitted to being fifteen years older than he’d told me, married to a...
Y was one of the first boys I dated in the city. I liked him well enough, I guess. He wasn’t particularly sweet, but he wasn’t an asshole either. I never exactly had fun with him, but I wasn’t having a negative experience. The sex wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. Listen, I’d only been in the city a few months, give me a break. After a particularly neutral date, Y came over to...
After my unfortunate run-in with The Ex Fiancé (summary: ran into him in sweaty neon gym clothes with inch-long dark brunette roots holding toilet bowl cleaner), I stalked him on Facebook for a few weeks, planning my next move. One night, while shoving my face with crab Rangoon, he updated his status: “Shopping with the boy for something to wear tonight to Therapy!” I leapt up, throwing away the rest of my orange chicken. I...
I met B at a party two years ago. B was very handsome: pale skin, soft brown hair and a chiseled jawline. All the boys at the party went gaga for him—so, naturally, I didn’t like him. He was taking attention away from me, and that wasn’t easy: I was wearing pleated wool mid-thigh shorts. Unfortunately, once I introduced myself, he was sweet, oozing Midwest charm. He made it impossible for me not to like...
We hold a Disney night once a month at my event Broadway Mondays at Hardware Bar. Some think this is because Judy Darling, Sutton Lee Seymour and I love Disney. This is not an untrue statement. But that’s not the only reason. We also have a once-monthly Disney party because it is our most popular theme yet. The record-breaking crowds shove their way through the doors to belt along with “Part of Your World,” “Let...
When D messaged me on Grindr, I assumed he had to be a bot. D wasn’t just attractive, he was out of my league. He was 28 years old, a lawyer, and enjoyed creative people. That’s what his profile read, anyway. When I responded, “Hey, how’s it going?” and the response wasn’t, “That was fast!”, I held on to hope that he was real. After brief conversation, he asked me for a drink at Gym...
New York Nightlife’s Sexual Revolution History (or at least my Facebook newsfeed) tells me that when the weather grows warmer, many of NYC’s gay relationships hit the rocks as we exchange our sweaters and jackets for torn-up tank tops and barely-there bathing suits. Conversely, I’ve seen that when the snow starts falling, gay men will fly together into unions and forge relationships to keep each other warm through the wintry months. Except, interestingly, that does...
I FOUND MYSELF AT A SIGNIFICANT MILESTONE WHEN THE CLOCK STRUCK MIDNIGHT AND THE BALL DROPPED ON NEW YEAR’S EVE. THIS MARKS THE FIRST YEAR I’VE KICKED OFF AS A SINGLE GAY MAN IN OVER 14 YEARS. WOW. After stealing a New Year’s kiss from a friend, I went to the street to call my parents and brother to wish them a happy 2016. When that was done, I just stood there and thought, silently,...
When going to an underwear party, the most important decision is, naturally: which pair of underwear do I wear? I wanted something slutty enough to say “Take me home” but not slutty enough to say, “Take me to the back room.” I selected a new pair of very thin briefs and a pair of knee-high American Apparel socks. I made the mistake of pregaming at home. A few rum and Cokes in, my logic wandered,...