The French Connection
Isn’t it funny how the French language, when spoken, can make even a naughty thing like ménage e trois sound like the purest, most Oooh la la thing on earth? ...Continue

I Never Do Anyone Twice?
All of my friends seem to be doing it. FWB. No, it’s not a new date-rape drug. It stands for Friends With Benefits. Years ago, this type of person would be called a F**k buddy. I’m not real crazy about the new and improved terminology as it seems a little too P.C. to me. But, one has to change with the times. Sigh. ...Continue

Pride Cometh Before the Fall
What does Pride mean to most of us? It’s a weekend of parties, right? Try again. Okay, how about the anniversary of Stonewall, the 1970 uprising at a NYC gay bar where a bunch of drag queens threw their high heels at the Empire-state cops? Not entirely. Let me explain. ...Continue

I Never Inhaled
It was Christmas and I had just told another commitment-phobe to take a hike. That made for…er, I’ve lost count. Obviously, Mr. Right was having a hard time finding his way. (Did he google the right “Baltimore”?) I figured I'd wait until MAL (Mid-Atlantic Leather) and drown myself in lust as a way to assuage my recent heartbreak. Besides, the place is run rampant with “Mr. Right Now” and my appetite couldn't have been more insatiable. ...Continue

Both Sides Now
What you want, you don’t have; what you have, you don’t want. NSA. No Strings Attached. “It’s just sex,” you say. I’ve heard it all before. You assume that the grass is greener in your neighbor’s bedroom. Admittedly, I’ve gone through that phase in my life. I’d even pondered whether my next relationship should be closed or open.  ...Continue