When I tell someone I’m planning to go to a high school reunion, or if I ask if they’ve gone to any of theirs, I often get the same eye-rolling response…
As I set my navigation to figure out the best route to reach the Hot Tubs for my rendezvous, the map showed an ominous message: “Permanently closed.” It can’t be! But sure enough, when I arrived there was a pair
I’ve written about how much I enjoy visiting the nude beach in San Gregorio. I’ve been visiting there for more than twenty years, yet in all that time I’d never made it to the end of the beach. Specifically, I’d
In retrospect, it was a mean thing to do. Who are we kidding? We knew then and there it was mean. Dean and I had locked ourselves in his room and Ryan was outside pounding on the door wanting to
The premise was simple. Just show up, get sucked off for an hour, and get paid some cash. I didn’t have anything planned for the evening, so why not? I’d come across the ad in the Craigslist “gigs” section while
Word is The Stud Bar in San Francisco may become yet another victim of San Francisco’s spiraling property wars. We’ve seen a lot of this in recent years as the City has transformed at a dizzying pace, but this one’s
When did the memo go out, and who initiated it? I’m talking about the memo that appears to have been received by pretty much all guys under thirty years old, instructing them that in the gym locker room they must
