On a street of crowded bungalows, his stands out. Every other address on this street is enumerated with the same cheap brass numbers from th...

A couple of years ago I got a message on Manhunt from a guy who (surprise!) wanted me to fuck him. I remember it was one of those nights on ...

When I was a kid and Daylight Savings Time was only a small portion of the year—not the majority of it—I always enjoyed the night we'd s...

Earlier this week I participated in an interview with a graduate student in the UK. He's writing his dissertation on bareback culture, a...

Spencer lets himself into my house at about eight at night, while I’m pulling plates from the dishwasher and storing them in their cupboards...

I am up to my elbows in ass. Okay, sometimes I mean that literally. Tonight, however, I'm talking metaphorically. Thanks to my origina...

Over the weekend an old student of mine invited me to attend an event of his in Ann Arbor, that city of university students and the aging hi...