The next morning it was as if the experience at the old man's house had never happened, and neither Lee nor I mentioned it at all. For the next couple of weeks we spent the days loafing around at the coast, learning to surf, and spending our $500 on accommodation and drinks at various bars. I guess we just lost track of how much we were spending, until we pa...
I have always liked travelling in a quite unplanned way - just moving around here the mood takes me and seeing what I find. It makes you a bit vulnerable, but if you've got self confidence and a belief that you're going to be okay, surprises can be fun. On this occasion I was in Canada, which is a great place if you like nature and natural, grizzly men, whi...
I often did things backwards in life. The old Hollywood adage goes that many a starlet—and we can add many a leading man, now that the cat is out of the closet on that—got their film career break by the audition they did on the director's or producer's couch. In my case, however, I got the part before the director had me taking direction under him on his cou...
Perspective: Jacob He pushed me onto the bed and our lips met. “Jacob,” he said, “I can’t believe…” His sentence turned into a moan as I began to pull off his clothes and explore his body. He didn’t need to finish the sentence. I knew roughly how he felt. I had moved into my first apartment three months ago, at the beginning of my second year of university....
Pretend you have just heard the news your best friend, in England, is coming to America again, this time, to attend film school, and will drop by to see you again, though you live clear cross country. Then, one day before his flight is to land in a nearby city, pretend you get the news over the phone that he and two friends have been killed in an auto accide...
I was on a business trip to London with clients, we were all staying at the Hempel in Central London. The second night of the trip, after having dinner with the team and clients, I took a cab to the gay dance club near Trafalgar Square that I had seen when I walked around that neighborhood earlier that week. I and every other man there noticed an extraordi...
I met Wade in a church, of all places. Not that either one of us is religious, and neither one of us was attending a church service there. It was the cathedral in Cologne, Germany. I was bumming around Europe during the summer between university and grad school—I was studying art photography at MICA, the Maryland Institute College of Art, in Baltimore—and Wa...
THE HEADBOY'S FAG - 1 THE FAG'S FIRST DAY AT OLLERTON COLLEGE A Homoerotic Story This is a short story concerning the the Head Boy's fag at an English public school called Ollerton College, located in a small county in the south west of England. The time is the early twentieth century, before the Great War, which changed so many things in England. But at...
Rob's Story Part 3: Year of Living Dangerously You don't need a history lesson. You are not reading this for some dry facts. If I was a betting man, and I am, I would say you are reading to see how fast I show what a shallow little slut I am, and how fast I wound up on my knees or on my back. Be patient. There is plenty of time for that. I was still han...
In 1985 a friend in England had suggested I rent Lawrence Durrell's villa in Bellapais in Northern Cyprus. My friend was a writer, and he had said, "There are places that can inspire a man, and having read Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet, I am sure that his villa on Cyprus will be full of inspiration. And I have heard it's available to rent. Go there,...