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My first heterosexual bar.
I’ve been thinking this week about three pieces of writing. Each is about a different subject, but they all touch on men’s sexual desire: Amanda Marcotte’s Buyers and sellers, Julia Serano’s essay Why Nice Guys Finish Last (no link), and … Continue reading
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The obligatory homosexual.
In 1967, Mike Wallace narrated a CBS special report on homosexuality that makes for fascinating viewing today: (But it doesn’t want to embed into my post, so you can view the full 43 minute report here or here.) The report … Continue reading
Thinking deeply about my sexual nature.
“Being in a massive heterosexual majority where you don’t really have to think very hard or deeply about your sexual nature, and where it is easy to drift along without examining core premises of your emotional life, can deny people … Continue reading
Kind of hard to avoid.
When I was eighteen, in an Indian summer evening, I went for a walk with a young woman. We came to a park, and climbed up on a jungle gym, as eighteen year olds will sometimes do. As I recall, … Continue reading