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by Max sprouse


“how about you put a knife up my ass.” “i’d love to.” “no, i mean it.” | “that’s really sick.” “well, yes.” “and you could hurt yourself.” | “how about it.” “no, i told you.” | “how about now.” “what’s the matter with you.” | “you know what i’m thinking.” “no, what.” “about that knife.” “forget it.” | “i could do it myself, you know.” “what.” “the knife.” “jesus.” | “do you like that.” “yes.” “you like it when i do that to you.” “yes.” “i like doing things that make you feel good.” “i’m glad.” “maybe you should do something for me sometime.” | “look at this.” “what.” “this.” “so.” “what do you think.” “about what.” “this.” “what.” “this one.” “what. oh, no.” “yeah.” “no.” “come on. it’s not your ass.” “it’s my lover’s ass.” “it’s my ass.” “no, you’ll hurt yourself.” “if i do it myself i might hurt myself. if you do it i might not get hurt.” “no.” “why not.” “i don’t want to.” “well, that’s a different reason.” | “what are you thinking.” “nothing.” | “what’s that.” “what does it look like.” “it looks like a screwdriver.” “very good.” “and you are going to do what with that.” “what do you think.” “i’m not going to stick that up your ass.” “it’s not sharp.” “i don’t care. you could hurt yourself.” “not if you’re careful.” “i’m not going to do it.” “look. it’s not sharp.” “you’re sick.” “are you going to do this or not.” “no.” “fine.” “what are you doing.” “what does it look like i’m doing.” “put your legs down.” “you don’t have to do anything.” “this is sick.” “then don’t watch.” “be careful.” “i’m trying. ow.” “what.” “am i bleeding.” “wait. no.” ‘what does it look like.” “it looks like you’re got two inches of a goddamn screwdriver stuck up your ass.” “let me know if i start bleeding.” “alright.” | “that wasn’t so bad.” “you looked ridiculous.” “but i didn’t hurt myself.” “no, you didn’t.” “how much do you think i got up there.” “about four or five inches.” “i don’t think i hurt myself inside.” “well, keep me posted.” | “why did you do that.” “because i wanted to.” “why did you want to.” “i thought it might turn me on.” “did it.” “a little bit. but it wasn’t what i wanted.” “what did you want.” “i wanted you to do it.” “why.” “because you’re my lover.” “so.” “i don’t know. the thought of you putting a sharp knife up my ass turns me on.” “you are sick.” “no, i’m not.” “that’s not normal.” “i know. that’s the point. it’s extreme. i want to do something that’s out there. and i want you to do something extreme to me.” | “you’re didn’t used to be this way.” “what way.” “so tame.” “i’m not tame.” “yes, you are. you used to do stuff all the time.” “we still do stuff.” “not like we used to.” | “you didn’t complain when i got my tattoos.” “that’s different.” “and you didn’t complain when i got my piercings.” “that’s different too.” “no, it isn’t.” “those weren’t dangerous.” “no, but it’s what i wanted to do. i didn’t do them because you wanted me to. i got them because i wanted to.” “so.” “so i want to do this too.” “but you want me to do it to you.” “so.” “putting rings in your dick is one thing. putting a knife up your ass is another. you could really hurt yourself.” “maybe. but it’s my ass.” “but it’s our relationship. anything you do affects me.” “that’s why i want us to do this together.” “no.” “fuck you.” | “what are you thinking.” “nothing.” | “yeah, like that.” “you like that.” “yeah. hold the ring between your teeth. now pull on it.” | “what does it taste like.” “like dick.” “no, what does my prince albert taste like.” “like metal.” “what’s that like.” “like metal. its hard and cold.” “hard and cold aren’t tastes.” “metal tastes like metal.” “yeah, but what does it taste like.” “i don’t know. take it off and put it in your mouth.” “i haven’t taken that out for two years.” “well, then.” “give me your cock ring.” “here.” “thank you.” “what does it taste like.” “like vaseline.” “of course it does.” “like metal.” “i told you.” “i’m thinking.” “and.” “it tastes like dirt or something.” “dirt.” “or something. it’s not bitter, but it’s hard. it tastes like something out of the earth.” “which it is.” “it tastes like something deep and scary.” “deep and scary.” “it tastes like something hard and mean. it tastes like an animal, or fear.” “it tastes like fear.” “yes.” “and what does fear taste like.” “like metal.” | “what do you want to do tonight.” “i don’t know.” | “how’s that.” “o.k.” “you can bite it if you want.” | “what’s that.” “you know what these are.” “and where did they come from.” “i bought them.” “where.” “at the dungeon.” “what for.” “for this.” “what are you going to do with them.” “well, first i’m going to take these plastic things off.” “they’re supposed to be on there.” “they’re on there for wussies.” “now what.” “now i am going to clip these on. ow.” “what.” “it’s too tight.” “then loosen then up.” “no, it’s alright.” “are you sure.” “yeah. ow.” “those teeth are sharp.” “it’s not too bad.” “now what.” “i want you to pull on the chain.” “like this.” “yeah. ow. ow.” “are you o.k.” “yeah.” “are you sure.” “yes. pull harder.” “like this.” “ow. ow. pull harder.” “it’s going to hurt.” “i know.” “it’s going to hurt a lot.” “i hope so.” | “well, that was something.” “yes.” “that was one big load.” “yeah.” “do you want me to take them off.” “o.k.” “hold on.” “ow. ow.” “is that better.” “yeah.” “your tits are bleeding.” “are they.” | “i think i’m going to get another tattoo.” “really.” “yeah.” “where.” “at the parlor.” “no, i mean where are you going to get it on your body.” “about here.” “on your butt.” “yeah.” “what kind.” “i’m not sure yet. i was thinking about a rose.” “a rose on your butt.” “yeah.” “well that will be pretty.” “i’m serious.” “i am too. you’ve got a nice ass. it would look good.” “i think i will.” “o.k. when.” “probably saturday.” “do you want me to go with you.” “of course. i want you to be there to watch.” “fine.” “and to protect my ass from frank.” “you can do that yourself.” “i know. but i like it when you pull your protective act.” “my protective act.” “when you get all jealous.” “i don’t get jealous.” “you do too.” “and besides, frank is straight.” “you think.” “i think.” “maybe after tattooing a rose on my nice little ass he’ll have second thoughts.” | “well, that was fun.” “yes it was. how does it feel.” “sore.” “did it hurt much.” “not too bad. i got through it.” “you did look cute there, lying on that table.” “i thought i did too.” “trash.” “who, me.” “yes, you. i saw that grin on your face.” “well, frank is cute.” “yes.” “could you tell i had a hardon.” “what.” “i did.” “you did not.” “did too. when he started putting the red in, it hurt more. and i was lying on that leather thing. and frank was there leaning over me with his hands all over my ass. and i got a hardon.” “you are probably the sickest fuck i have ever known.” “oh, come one. it was great. if i thought i could have gotten away with it i would have humped the table until i came.” “frank would have freaked.” “maybe. maybe not. fortunately you were there to protect my honor.” “you have no honor left.” “yes i do. you’re my lover. i wouldn’t have done anything if you hadn’t been there.” “right.” “no, really.” “i don’t believe you.” “why not.” “because i know what a horny little devil you are.” “only for you, my love.” “don’t pull the bandage off.” “i just want to see it again. how does it look.” “it looks good.” “i think so. i hope i can sit down.” “why did you have him put the thorns around it.” “they only go halfway around.” “i can see that.” “i thought the rose by itself wasn’t enough.” “thorns.” “i like the way it looks. it isn’t too poofy.” “it looks like a tattoo some fag biker bitch would have.” “does it.” “yes.” “i like it. i think it’s butch.” “you would.” | “what’s that.” “what does it look like.” “scissors.” “oh, no.” “oh, yes.” | “now that wasn’t so bad, was it.” “i don’t know why you do these things.” “because i want to do these things.” “what did you get out of that. just tell me.” “i like seeing you do it. i like it when i look up and see you over me. it’s the idea that you’re over top of me and doing something to me while i’m just lying there.” “but it’s dangerous.” “all sex is dangerous.” “no, it isn’t.” “yes it is. it always was. not just anymore. it’s not about getting some disease. it’s always dangerous when you put yourself out there with somebody.” “that’s not the same.” “whether you’re fucking me or blowing me or sticking some scissors up my ass, it’s all dangerous to me.” “that’s stupid. it’s not the same thing at all.” “well, i don’t care. o.k., it’s dangerous. i could hurt myself. but if you’re doing it, it’s less dangerous that some stranger doing it to me. and it turns me on to see you doing it to me.” “i think what turns you on is getting me to do it when you know i don’t want to.” “that’s not it. that’s not it at all.” | “what do you want to do today.” “i want to sleep.” “you sleep all the time.” “it’s my day off.” “it’s gorgeous out.” “then you go out.” “no. i want us to do something together.” “like what.” “we could go to the greenhouse.” “what for.” “we could get some flowers for the back porch.” “it’s too late.” “no. it isn’t. we could get something for the flowerboxes and they would be fine for another two or three months.” “i don’t want to.” “come on. you’ll like it after we’re done.” | “what’s for dinner.” “i though i’d reheat the pasta.” “leftovers.” “i thought you liked it.” “not two nights in a row.” “fine. i’ll take it to work. how about pizza.” “whatever.” | “couldn’t you sleep.” “no.” “what time is it.” “i don’t know. about three.” “come back to bed.” “i’m not sleepy.” “move over.” “i’m all comfortable.” “i said move your ass.” “fine. how’s that.” “o.k. you’re warm.” “it’s too hot to sleep.” “not for me.” “no. not for you.” “why don’t you turn on the t.v.” “no. i just want to sit here.” “mm-hmm.” ‘are you going to sleep.” “probably.” “here. put your head on my lap.” “mm-hmm.” “go to sleep.” “o.k.” | “what are you thinking.” “what.” “what are you thinking.” “about you.” “me.” “yeah.” “what about me.” “i’m thinking how much i love you.” “yeah.” “yeah.” “me too.” | “how’s that.” “wait.” “what.” “is it in.” “yes.” “how much.” “about an inch.” “am i bleeding.” “no.” “wait. i need to move.” “do you want me to take it out.” “no. just follow me.” “move slowly.” “o.k.” “o.k.” “that’s better.” “o.k. what do you want me to do.” “put it in a little more.” “how’s that.” “o.k.” “do you feel anything.” “no.” “just tell me what you want me to do.” “put it in a little more.” “o.k.” “unhh.” “what.” “i felt something.” “what.” “i can’t tell.” “does it hurt.” “no. it just feels like there’s something there.” “let me know if it starts to hurt.” “am i bleeding.” “no.” “hold it there for a minute.” “o.k.” “where’s the lube.” “right here.” “can you put some on my hand.” “wait. don’t move.” “i won’t” “there.” “i’m going to lift my legs up a little bit more. try to follow me.” “o.k.” “o.k. here i go.” “o.k.” “unhh.” “what.” “i felt something.” “what.” “something like a cut.” “what.” “am i bleeding.” “wait. no. i don’t see anything.” “wait.” “do you want me to take it out.” “no. wait.” “o.k.” “how about now.” “no. i don’t see anything.” “maybe i didn’t cut myself.” “maybe we should stop.” “no. wait a second.” “o.k.” “i’m going to move my arm up here now.” “o.k.” “can you hold me up a little bit and keep it in there at the same time.” “i think so.” “o.k. here i go.” “o.k.” “that’s better.” “is it.” “yeah.” “now what.” “hold it there while i beat off.” “o.k.” “don’t move it.” “i won’t.” “umm . . . umm . . . ahh.” “what do you want me to do.” “nothing. just hold it there.” “o.k.” “ahh.” “are you o.k.” “yeah. move it a little bit.” “how.” “push it in.” “o.k.” “umm . . . umm . . . umm . . . ow.” “what.” “it hurts.” “does it.” “yeah.” “does it.” “yeah.” “i’m going to push it in.” “wait.” “no.” “yes.” “no. i’m going to push it in your ass.” “no . . . umm . . . umm . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh.” “are you going to come.” “just a minute.” “i’m pushing it in.” “no.” “yes. i’m pushing it in.” “wait . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ow . . . ow . . . that hurts.” “you’re bleeding.” “what.” “you’re bleeding.” “how much.” “enough.” “ow . . . ow . . . it hurts.” “you’re tightening up.” “ow . . . ahh.” “you’re bleeding.” “ow . . . ahh . . . stop.” “no. i can’t take it out without cutting you more.” “ow . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . .” “you wanted me to cut your ass. i’m cutting your ass.” “ow . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . i’m going to come.” “come on then.” “ow . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . fuck . . . ahh . . . ahh.” “yeah. there you go.” “fuck.” | “are you o.k.” “yeah.” “are you sure.” “no, not really. we’ll have to wait and see.” “o.k. you just stay there. i’ll clean it up.” “o.k.” “o.k.” “i love you.” “i love you.” | | “this is ridiculous.” “then switch to something else.” “fine. no. no. no. i’ve seen this.” “me, too.” “no. no. no. yes.” “i am not going to watch another nature documentary.” “fine. no. no. no.” “wait. go back.” “this.” “yes. don’t you think he’s cute.” “he’s alright.” “i think he’s hot.” “he does nothing for me.” “commercial. move on.” “no. no. no. no.” “yes.” “what.” “i like cowboy movies.” “you like cowboys.” “i like cowboys.” “you probably like cows too.” “no. a cow can’t buy me a drink.” “he’s cute.” “he’s not cute. he’s hot.” “it’s just all that dirt from the trail drive.” “hot sweaty cowboy.” “you’re sick.” “no, i’m not. he’s sexy.” “it’s not nearly as glamorous as it looks.” “don’t you think being on a cattle drive with a lot of hot hunky muscular cowboys would be sexy.” “you are a whore.” “i am a whore. what’s your point.” “i don’t have one.” “oh, my.” “what.” “look at that.” “what.” “what they’re doing.” “what. they’re branding cattle.” “yes, they are.” “so.” “oh, my.” “what.” “don’t you think that’s sexy.” “what.” “branding cattle.” “branding cattle is sexy.” “yes.” “you’re sick.” “no, i’m not.” “yes, you are. change it.” “not yet. wait. oh, my.” “what.” “look at that.” “what.” “that branding iron.” “what.” “look at it.” “so.” “do you think they still make them.” “what. probably.” “really.” “yes, probably.” “you know what i think.” “what.” “you know.” “no, what.” “you know.” “no. oh, no.” “yes.” “no.” | etc.

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35 Gay Erotic Stories from Max sprouse

[name]

ideas are nothing outside the system within which they derive their identity from their opposition to other ideas. anika lemaire : jacques lacan - q: what’s your name? a: (pause) you know my name. q: this is just for the tape. a: (pause) you’re not going to use it, are you? q: if i write about it i’ll change your name. a: [name]. q: age? a: thirty-two. q: occupation? a:

1107

1107 knock knock knock. silence. knock knock knock. "what is it." "it's me. let me in." howie crawled out of bed and stumbled to the door. "what time is it, man." "i don't know. about one." "jesus, man. i've got to get up early tomorrow." "i do too." "what do you want." "can i stay here tonight." "what. you two fight

1108

1108 bang bang bang. "A. J.!" Bang, bang, bang. "A. J.”! Open up!" A. J.. opened the door to his room. The sound of wu-tang jumped out into the hall. "Bri, my man. What the fuck." "Give me that." Brian grabbed the beer out of A. J.'s hand as he stomped into the room. "What is your problem, dude." "Nick." "Shit, man. I don't want you

1109

1109 what the hell was that, kevin thought. i'm just getting back after looking for sex all night, and a.j.'s already done. i wonder what kind of trash bitch he found tonight. i don't know how he does it. he's not that good-looking. i'm better looking than he is. everybody says so. how come he gets all the action and i spend hours wandering the streets without so much

Alley

alley area. it was not a good neighborhood to be in. not if you were a nice person. about ten blocks away from downtown, it lay on both sides of a thoroughfare not known for high class. if you mentioned cabell street to someone, their first thought was of liquor stores and hookers. there were those. and on-their-way-to-derelict apartment

Ballad, Part 1

josh grew up in kansas. josh grew up gay in kansas and that meant that he grew up in his kansas, a kansas that he was different from the kansas seen by the people around him. as he grew up, he realized in what way his kansas was different. the people around him—he was sure—did not see the world and its inhabitants as he did. he believed they saw the guy who worked at the gas

Ballad, Part 2

kree . . . kree . . . kree . . . kree . . . josh heard the cricket chirping. it pulsed above the other noises. the steady low rush of the water. the occasional whisper of wind through the trees above him. josh couldn’t sleep. at first he blamed it on setting up his tent hurriedly. he should have searched out a different campsite. the ground was hard here. then he blamed it on

Bath

it burns. it burns my skin. how can water burn my skin? when i first turn on the water, it takes it about two minutes to get as hot as i know it can get. or as hot as i know i can bear. then i put the plug in. it takes another ten minutes for the bathtub to fill up to the level i need. enough time to figure out what music to play. usually i don’t take this kind of bath

Behavior

it’s one of those stories that starts and ends in the bar. it was a saturday night and i was being my usual raunchy self. the single life appeals to me and i have learned how to do it well. so i was working the bar like a horny gay man. this performance—as such it is—consisted of posing suggestively, walking boldly, and drinking madly. the intention was to portray a

Blowing Stupid Boys

bow down before the one you serve :nine inch nails ‘head like a hole’ * * oh, i always recognize temptation. i don’t always resist it but i always recognize it just before i leap off the cliff. i can tell that it’s temptation by an inconvenient voice in my mind that says ‘you know, max, this might not really be the best idea in the world’. it’s a voice i usually ignore. *

bouquet

helllllllloooooooooo :bobberrrrrrrrrrrrr? are you there? :whoooooooooo +yes cal im here +i wasnt sleeping :soory. i just got home +no problem :sorry :what time is it there :what time is it there :i didn’t want to call too late +no problem :were you asleep? +no, just resting :should i go +no +whats up? :nothing. just got home. told you id call so here iam +how was the

Brickport

“hey.” “hey.” “don’t get up.” “what time is it?” “about four.” “where have you been.” “brickport.” “brickport?” “yeah.” “oh . . . why?” “i went home with someone.” “oh.” “yeah . . . well.” “i see.” “go back to sleep.” “not yet . . . i was worried.” “i was o.k.” “i’m sure.” “hey.” “i know, i know.” “we said

Butt Fuck Nebraska

the letter gary walked in, sorting through the mail. “anything interesting?” “no. bill. bill. the ‘advocate’. junk. ‘you may already be a winner’ . . .” “i like to think so.” “a postcard from jim and tommy.” “bitches.” “the beach looks nice.” “tan bitches.” “oh, good. a letter from mom.” “b- . . . how nice.” “hey!” “she’s your mother but she’s my mother-in-law. she’s just

Dangerboy

six months ago it was early morning and some of the company were outside the station. we were sitting around drinking our coffee, watching the steam rise as we warmed our hands on the cups. the sun had made an appearance shortly before, the morning fog was evaporating, and nobody was doing much talking. still waking up. jim broke the silence. “anybody know anything

Dare

When I showed you his picture in the paper, and I told you that I had met him, you wanted to know the circumstances. I didn't want to go into it then, because it was in the early stages of our relationship, and I didn't know how you would take it. Besides, when I said that he had been a trick, you didn't look like you believed me. He wasn't exactly a trick. I don't know

fight club--the missing scenes

SCENE ONE (exterior, the house on paper street. it is raining.) (interior, jack’s room. the sound of water dripping into coffee tins, washbasins, etc., but we can see that they are all full and the water is simply running off onto the floor. jack—wearing a dirty grey t-shirt, boxer shorts, and army boots—is hunched beneath a blanket reading a magazine. suddenly, he jumps

jail tale

“what happened to theseus and pirithous in the end?” “that was the end—their last adventure was down to hades and they were caught, bound in invisible chains. theseus was rescued finally but he had to leave his friend behind. in the chain the love of comrades cannot take away.” tom stoppard: the invention of love i was in the wrong bar. i was looking down at the fat pink cock of

Life In The Forest

i was not in a good mood when i got home. as i loosened my tie, robbie came out of the kitchen. “what’s up, babe?” “urgh,” i grunted. he chuckled. “oh, did him have a bad day at work?” i grunted again as i flopped down in my chair. he came over and stood behind me. he began massaging my shoulders. “yes him did. him is all tired and grumpy.” having my shoulders rubbed felt

memory : the van

memory : the van where and when this happened to me, i don't want to be too specific about. let's just say it was some place in the south, before. i would like one of the guys involved to see this. when i was in college i didn't have a car. so when there was a concert i wanted to go to, i had to hitch. that wasn't much of a problem. if it was a popular concert,

metal

“how about you put a knife up my ass.” “i’d love to.” “no, i mean it.” | “that’s really sick.” “well, yes.” “and you could hurt yourself.” | “how about it.” “no, i told you.” | “how about now.” “what’s the matter with you.” | “you know what i’m thinking.” “no, what.” “about that knife.” “forget it.” | “i could do it myself, you know.” “what.” “the knife.” “jesus.”

mystery achievement

one i got the job because i was a gay man who knew how to keep his mouth shut. it’s a rarer quality in these days than some might think. that’s not the entire reason, but it’s a good place to start. the real beginning was with kevin. now, kevin did not show up at the bars all that much. i might see him there maybe once a month. but he always spoke to me, and i remembered him

Photograph

i have always had a thing for dark-eyed men. i don’t mean italians or greeks or the others with mediterranean blood. i mean the ones with dark circles around their eyes, or eyes that are slightly sunken in their faces. the ones who look like they haven’t been sleeping well. the ones who have a haunted mournful look. even the ones who look like they’ve been in a fight. black eyes

Real

i got off the chatroom because i’m not a fuckin’ whore, like those other guys. yeah, if your name is holepig, i’m talkin’ to you. yeah. right. if i stay in both friday and saturday night, it drives me crazy. i really only regretted friday night because that’s my dancing night. who was it? martha graham? “wherever a dancer stands ready, that spot is holy ground.” ----------- the

Spider's House

do you know how to get to spider’s house? xxxxxxxx i do. xxxxxxxx does that make me special? not really. a lot of guys know how to get there. but then a lot more guys have heard about it—and want to go, badly—and don’t know where it is. xxxxxxxx if you’re really pestering someone, they’ll eventually get tired of you and give you the directions. but they know that you’ll never

Stuff

“that’ll be $150 for two guys.” “fine.” “per hour.” “fine.” moving is such a bitch. you collect stuff. this lamp from your first apartment. this couch from your first lover. this bed from your third lover. these dishes, those cd’s. and it’s all important. when you move, you have to take it all with you. after a while i learned it was better not to bother

summer sun

i. by that august, i had been with doug for two years. not ‘with’ in the sense of living with him. but i had been his boy for two years. i had had one daddy before. but now i was with doug. ii. it was early august when he told me that we were going away for the weekend. so on friday afternoon i was packed and waiting for him when he drove up to my apartment building. we

the best years of our lives

he and i had been lovers for a while. i had left my first lover for him. there may have been some bad behavior on my part. my first lover was out of town and i had picked up the one who would be my next lover in a bar. we got it off and hit it off and started meeting on the sly. many lies and excuses for lateness to the first lover, of course, so that the new one and i could

the ghost of danny boyd

i open my eyes and look out into the dark of the bedroom. i don’t think i have been asleep. maybe i have been. i had been drifting, trying. as the few seconds pass i separate the blocks of black and grey, identifying them. those long lines are the curtains, that square is the chest, the silver whisper is the mirror. their blurred edges and indistinct borders blend the dark and

The Hold

i’m gonna quote a line like, like, from, from, uh, yeats i think it is, like from him, and that’s called the best lack all conviction while the best are filled, no, no, it’s the other way around, the best lack all conviction (laughs) and the worst are filled with a passion and intensity now you figure out where i am.” lou reed live—take no prisoners (1978) — my apartment was the

the quiet boy

“come here.” “what?” “come here.” “why?” “because i said so, you stupid fuck.” “oh.” “stand here.” “here?” “yes.” “ . . .” “ . . .” “now what?” “shut up.” “yes, sir.” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “ . . . ” “take off your pants.” “yes, sir.” he did. i got on my knees in front of him and began to suck his cock. it went from soft to hard right away. well, i’m a good

The Sound Of His Voice

one .. “you’re going to listen to me and do everything that i say.” his arms were stretched forward, palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. he leaned into me, emphasizing the words with his steady gaze. i kept looking into his eyes. .. maybe i should go back a bit. .. it had been a rough couple of months. i had been dating this one guy for a while—four dates,

this week

the complexity of the ngor mandalas mirrors the complexity of vajrayana ritual. the combination of the intricate image and the equally involved literary texts associated with the mandala, as for all vajrayana ritual, means that the task facing the devotee would be overwhelming without the direct involvement of the guru as a guide through these layers of religious worship. —robert e.

to...

my friend john lived in a village west of oxford. every year or so, when i made a trip to london to visit my publisher, i would tear myself away from the museums and the theaters—and the bars and the british men with their sweet and sexy accents—to visit him for a few days. after several weeks in the city, it was nice to get away and savor some quiet country life. and i did

Triangle

“does he HAVE to be a virgin?” i wondered. adam looked at me. “if he does, we’re shit out of luck here.” i scanned the bar. “this is a pretty tacky bunch,” i agreed. “monsters everywhere, and very few gods.” “i haven’t seen a god in here for ages.” “for that matter, i haven’t seen god himself in here for a long time either.” “i see god when i’m dancing.” “yeah, well. that’s

up against it 1999

“anything worth doing, is worth doing in public.” —joe orton: up against it (1967) (title and opening credits. music: the ad libs, “boy from new york city.) (scene: florida, summer.) (fade up to four young men in a convertible). nick: man, i can’t wait to get to the beach. jeff: yeah, it’s hot. drew: it’s too fuckin’ hot.

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