Men who Love Men & The Women Who Love Them

Whilst you may not find Ken nor several of our male readers at this place, this is where you'll find me and lots of fag hags every Sunday night: the gay bar. Unlike the ads on WFNX, the gay lifestyle doesn't necessarily intrigue me, but it's a hell of a lot easier to shake my thang and have a great time with my pals without being hassled by horny heteros. I'm telling you, it's bloody amazing to be able to stay in one spot on the dance floor and not have to grab my friend and move to North Siberia because some sod's gotten it into his head that my bump n' grind to Beyonce is an ancient mating call to hump his leg.

Altho', I think my brilliant plan may have been thwarted last Sunday, as I had a boy grab my ass. I turned to cheerfully grab his, because hey, all's fair in gay man's land. To my astonishment, he had the LOOK in his eye (insert Scarface line here). Damn those bi's, they're throwing me off my game!