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Eyes can also get herpes infections too. We already have an epidemic of oral cancers from fellatio and cunnilingus. Damn, maybe I should go be a hermit now.

"We are going to Vegas," Charles had demanded majestically, and before Dimov could waffle about the cost and inconvenience, Charles booked the Premier Aurora room with double queen beds (What nonsense about separate rooms). However, their roommate, Glenda, hovered sulkily around them, lamenting the Universe’s bad graces in denying her a chorus part at the LA Opera. Charles, grunting of his good graces much grander than the Universe’s, demanded she come along. And there remained the perplexing pr

The casino was a riot of iniquity: laughing, tinkling, groaning, drinking, and then the zings of slots machines and the riffling of cards. At the poker table blessed with light and the shine of a perky dealer, three men were hard and dim over their duo of cards. It was nine p.m., and the pot stood at four thousand dollars. The dealer turned the fourth street. At the early position, a player twirled a chip with his left fingers against the velvet-lined table. A triangular patch of chest hair pe

Alex is lost in love with his straight best friend. Graduation looms, and he despairs of losing him. He hooks up with the sexy stoic Dimov, all in good meaningless fun. But unlucky for him, Dimov is a man who bites and never lets go. While Alex likes his quiet reserve, he still can't find the courage to release his old love and take the chance with him. Who will shine love on his blind heart?

Instinct was what he needed, Jean-Baptiste had said to Claude. Two hundred lunges at dummy a day would yield him the caninely perfect instinct that would hone his fencing skills. But in the middle of his thirty-seventh lunge, Claude brooded on instinct being useless, rather instinct was the wrong aim. The formalities of a duel robbed a man of the suzenrainty of the transgressed moment, robbed him of the might and right to expound the most deserved judgment. Alas, dueling, he deemed, a sissy’s

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Speaking of which ....

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When winter came, Claude was deep in his study of Donatus. Lone figures, bundled in fraying cloaks, straggled the fields bleak to grain. People were shut up in their poor huts, spinning and weaving fabric to be sold, casting and fixing of farming tools. Then as if to reinforce good cheer, snow fell for a week. But when Claude saw Martin Algais and his family file out of Quentin’s house, thoughts of the gay snow were banished away. Tall and thick-necked, the man took after Quentin’s heavy poundi

There was the paltry harvest, there was the reading of Tacitus. Guiranda was Janelo was Cecile in Guy’s deft arms. Claude hung back at the doorway of the sweltering inner chamber, asking of Roman expostulations. The maidens moaned, St Catherine, St Agnes, St Therese. When passions cooled and their tresses were braided neatly again, they never asked Claude what it was like to live with the Zeus of their longing. For that matter, Claude never told them that as they lay, half awake to Guy’s purrs,

Over the next few days, Claude had to contend with the sympathies over Alphonse’s broken nose and the clamors for restitution. Claude acknowledged nothing, only more hours poring over Donatus’ sprawling tomes on Latin grammar. Then Sabrine descended on the cottage with all the temerity afforded by a black dress and a black coif and demanded her due restitution because Guy’s sheep hurt her sheep. Claude shifted in his seat but refrained from calling her a cow. Guy’s grunts and chords of jolly t

While Claude was worrying about Alphonse fucking his way to his death, the Huguenots worried about prosecution unto death. The treaty of Nemours had just been signed, and it dispossessed them of wealth and standing. Between the King affectionately known as the Sodomite, the Duke de Guise the leader of Catholic League and Henri de Navarre the disputed Protestant heir to the Throne, France became their ragged ball being kicked about in a playground of searing sentiment, war and pestilence. Catholi

It was a day of fiendish weather when the feast of Corpus Christi came upon Aurin. Paire Dennis led a procession through puddles and gray clouds, bearing the Sacred Host in a gilded pyx as if it weighed more than sky. The body of Christ to the wheat fields. The body of Christ to the dogs limping after a bitch. The body of Christ to the wind gust lifting off a roof thatch. Claude and Guy plodded along to the din of fifes and tambourines. Guy had lifted out of gloom to the wonderful idea of gifti

Wah, wah, please don't eat me

Either way, even though the drugs do manage the disease, you still don't want to live with the hassle of managing HIV everyday. The drugs allow you to live longer, but eventually, the probability of viral resistance increases as you live longer and you might run out of cocktails to keep them buggers down. It's funny. We all have our own risk tolerance. The cost/benefit analysis is different for everybody. Live hot then crash and burn? Or live cold,and then still crash and burn on some other ailment? That's for you, yourself and you to decide. Anyway, I don't believe being gay means you're promiscuous. However, it is sad to see gay men accept for themselves damaging stereotypes like Christopher Stoddard does. To use a religious term, that's just bondage.

True, that is why it takes a certain stubbornness to remain promiscuous. As you grow older, you have to resort to creative thinking to get your booty. So either you get rich/famous like Hugh Hefner or be a mendacious creep like Berlusconi, or you go jetsetting to Thailand or Philippines and wow the impressionable, poor young men with your dollars to get you want. You know what. It works. Just don't get AIDS. or get oral cancer from the herpes virus or some other nasties.

I agree. Western culture, American culture to be exact, makes sex into a huge unwieldy thing. You must have sex early enough or you won't be seen as healthy, so the 24 year-old virgins are seen as weird. But you can't have it too much or you're a fucking slut. But if you have it, you must be having the greatest, the loveliest, balls-busting sex all the time, or you're doing it wrong, or living an unfulfilled life. Sex is overblown and yet the culture is squeamish about it.

True getting the STDS is no fun. Certainly not impressive. But if you forget the issue of stds for a minute, I think it takes a certain willfulness/stubbornness to remain promiscuous till your old age.

I agree with this wholeheartedly. I believe you are only certain of two things. You're alive now. And you'll die. The time in between life and death is entirely yours to fritter as you see fit: 1000 partners, one partner, no partner, whatever the fuck. But still it's depressing, the labels, the smattering,the opinions, like uncontrollable weeds wreaking your garden and everyone else's garden.

I'm tired of people thinking that just because I happen to prefer sex with a certain gender that I should think a certain way, believe a certain way, have a certain political opinion, dammit use a certain cologne. Here comes this blog post on the Lambda Literary website http://www.lambdaliterary.org/features/the-banal-and-the-profane/02/24/the-banal-and-the-profane-christopher-stoddard/ Apparently Chris likes to be fucked a lot. He likes it bareback. He's enjoying himself a great deal. More power to him. I like fucking too. However, he goes on to say this, Is wanting a settled life a "Straight" thing? God knows that American culture doesn't look kindly on promiscuity. The culture would have us believe that those who roam from bed to bed are irresponsible, immature, afraid of commitment. To some extent I agree with the unease about promiscuity, but at the same time I reject society's judgment. If you want to have unprotected sex with random people every two days until you're eighty, man oh man, all power to you. It's an impressive thing to aim for, but I'll admit, fundamentally terrifying. But to say that this sort of lifestyle is part of being gay ... what do you think? Hugh Hefner is going still strong with his harem I hear. Wait, he just got married. On another note, "... hedonistic, contemplative lifestyle..." Contemplative? For shizzle? Is that blog post about eating lamb burgers and invoking the essences of Venus supposed to be his take on a contemplative lifestyle?

“Inasmuch as I esteem myself a blood drinker and you a catamite, you’re more damned than I. The Doctor explains that sodomites sin doubly. Against God and against nature. You’ll be lower than me in hell,” Guy interrupted Claude’s silent walk in the meadows with sudden companionship and a sudden book in his face. Claude forced a nod through a shudder. “Your nature contravenes God’s order. You’re likewise twice-damned.” “Would God have me hungry?” “You don’t confess your sins.” “Bless my cock,

Curiouser and curiouser.

Man, I had no idea. That's great news. I wish you a complete and total recovery.

why don't you get medication for it?