PREFACE
Please do not take or claim this blog to be instructional, influential, or representative. This is intended to tell a part of my story and only my story. I tried to be consistent with italics, punctuation, and so on, but I’m probably guilty of stylistic irresolution anyway.
This is not intended to be a guide or otherwise instructional in any way. This is not intended to “convert,” “groom” (that hysterical nonsense), or otherwise persuade anyone, anywhere to be or do anything differently other than to, perhaps, decide to be honest and courageous.
This is not intended to represent anyone’s experience, interests, or beliefs other than mine, nor those of LGBTQ+ activities and culture in general. If you want to actually know what other gay people are like or what they think, please ask them. I’m sure they’d be happy to tell you all about it.
Furthermore, this is not intended to change anyone’s mind about LGBTQ+ people, activities, or culture. This is not intended to assert or imply that any particular lifestyle or activity is in any way either “good” or “bad.”
O tempora! O mores! O get over yourself!
Please note in the preface I did state this is for “mature” audiences, but if you insist on being an immature, hate-filled bigot who longs to harm people different from yourself, my lil’ ol’ blog here probably isn’t going to help you with your overreaction problem, snap. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try for some self-improvement or remorse. You don’t need my help, really: Just “do unto others as you’d have done to you” (like in that book you wave around and cherry-pick instead of follow, you know, the Bible), not just for yourself and the people you think of as your own kind, but unto ALL people—read on!
So, instead of embracing ignorance and hate, join the living and have a cocktail.
Cheers, darlings!
DISCLAIMER
This blog is intended for mature, adult audiences. It contains adult language, mentions minor substance use (smoking, beer, poppers), and describes sexual activities or situations in delicious detail. My activities and involvement as described took place among consenting adults and I believe among consenting adults participating in activities I observed.
I recreated these experiences from my memories of twenty-five or more years ago, and I recognize and acknowledge freely and fully that others’ memories, if any, of the events described may be different from my memories or my ability to express my memories well.
This is not intended to hurt, embarrass, or insult anyone. I tried very hard to relate details accurately, honestly, and certainly without malice. Both I and my publisher regret any unintentional harm, real or perceived, resulting from the publishing, marketing, or distribution of the blog.
To help maintain the anonymity and privacy of others, I changed my (a pen name) and others’ names, and many events and locations, without significantly altering the role in my memoir.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Regardless of whether they’ll ever know it, I want to thank the men I encountered for their care, kindness and in most cases, friendship toward me. Each person was fine and decent, not only in my experience but I believe by any measure. During the times and events described, you were precious to and formative for me, regardless of how long we interacted or if at the time I did not express my appreciation.
Forgive me if I wasn’t all you might have wanted or deserved; however, our experience together then is a part of who I am now. May I be better for it.
I’d also like to acknowledge my friend Jerry, whose years (decades!) of leadership in health outreach and education inspired me to include the “Need Help?” page.
ALSO-RAN TITLES
Toothpick Factory
—"She has so many notches on her bedpost, it's practically whittled down to a toothpick." Sex and the City (E02S15), "Shortcomings."
How do you want your eggs?
—Someone is saying they think you’re highly desirable sexually, to wit: What one intends to ask a particularly attractive sexual prospect regarding breakfast upon the morning after.