AIDS has been such a burden on the fag lifestyle that a lot of them are just bending over with exhaustion and saying, "Fuck it." Instead of running from the disease, they are barebacking it and embracing their fate.
Xavier von Erck is the founder of Perverted-Justice.com. They're those guys who put together the Dateline specials where they pretend to be 13-year-old girls online, invite old guys who proposition them on the internet over to their "mom's house."
I was a big fan of the Story Awards, but in "Gremlin from Dublin" it said, "A friend of a friend of theirs..." Um, wasn't there some big stink on the rules for the online story contest about no bullshit?
We did it again. First there was SCTV, then Kids in the Hall, then Nardwuar, then Trailer Park Boys, then Fubar, and now there's Kenny vs. Spenny, two Canadian roommates competing solely for the joy of humiliating the loser.
I was leaving Portland's premier venue when the saxophonist from local cabaret-rock act muttered some cheeky little remark to me. I dropped the nut on him, knocking his two front teeth out and leaving him unable to play his instrument, for which I am asha…
Earlier this month, we had our one day super concert, Tales Of The Jackalope. Alongside The Horrors, who were amazing and insane, Klaxons were our other personal highlight. After the performance, Simon from the band strangely ran away to a tent and slept
This must have been about 25 years ago. I was 18 and I was getting wasted with my born-again Christian pal and my Nazi skinhead pal. We had been drinking Labatt 50 all day and doing MDA (an early version of E).
I was 19 and living in a glorified toilet block with two mates-Liam who didn't really live with us but kept his mattress in the lounge and paid rent sometimes, and Big Ben who was the complete opposite: A giant hermit with a surly disposition.
I had just lost a job and I had a friend that was dealing ecstasy. I was like, "Fuck, I need to do something," so I got my hustle on with that shit and it started going well. I met one dude and then I met another dude, and so on.
I fucked my best friend and it was so bad. He was in there for like one second. Barely anything. He stuck the tip in and started crying and went limp. Then he told me that the only reason I got with him was because I was "shallow and horny."
When I broke up with my boyfriend I was left tenderhearted and frail. He cheated on me with some fat bitch and it seemed as though our relationship had run its course. On the upside, I had lost so much weight that my favorite bikini now fit me.
I used to be one of the many people who, for no good reason, disliked cops. Then about two months ago I was sodomized at knifepoint a few feet from my front door. I can say now that I have nothing but respect and admiration for the police.