To be seen was to be ashamed and to admit to experiencing pleasure was to be disgusting.
(nonfiction)
Tag: Sex
…the promise of fulfillment rather than just a hole here or there or in several places at once…
(nonfiction)
These characters feel like people you might know, people you meet on the dance floor at a Boystown club or a queer apartment party, people you’ve loved and lost.
(reviews)
Another Chicago Magazine 