Christopher Sherman

This newsletter is celebrating sexual diversity, differing desires, relationship structures, 
and individual choices based on consent.
Sexuality is an important part of being human.

Have A Horny Day. 


TWO QUICK THINGS:
THE MALE G-SPOT IS IN THE BUTT & BE YOURSELF

The first autumn freshly out of university I decided to take my new boyfriend back home for a Canadian thanksgiving weekend to celebrate the season with my family and high school friends. It was still very early in the relationship where most time together was spent getting naked, being naked or having sex. 

This was in the early 2000’s and I was in my early 20’s.

Like most hit teen dramas of the time the “Thanksgiving Episode” was always the “Learn A Valuable Lesson” storyline where writers would combine extra heaps of ratings drama; guest star cameos with valuable life lessons for all of us watching at home.

My “Thanksgiving Episode” would be no different.

Between a weekend of turkey, cranberries, and my Omi’s world-famous stuffing - my boyfriend and I were stuffing each other over at the local hotel / motel. Both names felt generous in description of the local lodging. The room had two queenish beds, sandpaper thread count sheets, a big box colour tv and a spectacular view of a parking lot where sea gulls flew above the local garbage dump that sat on the waterfront in the near distance. 

We took sex breaks to visit the local farmers market, pick apples, have thanksgiving dinner with my family - and on the Saturday night we did the traditional Turkey Dump bar crawl with locals and those returning home for their first weekend since flying the coup to a new life after high school – or just moving to a bigger bolder city, which was not hard for the small conservative dinky place I had formerly called home.

The Turkey Dump bar crawl was a thing of Legendary Legends. High School iconic couples that seemed madly in love and invincible to breaking up - had gone away to school and come back for thanksgiving weekend single, showing midreff, horny and ready to mingle. This was always the weekend where shit went down; and where high school regrets was being settled once and for all.

That night was also a new chapter for me as well because until that moment I had never had a boyfriend, let along spent time with my old high school peers with a partner of any kind. High School had been a very limited environment for meeting other queers.

The night was fun, drunk, and wild. Inquiring drunk heterosexuals’ minds kept asking me and my boyfriend wild burning homosexual questions? The next question always crazier then the last. “Is having a big shit similar to taking a big dick?” one straight man would ask me that night. I apologized to my boyfriend.

The Turkey Dump bar crawl was a sensory overload for me. I drew the line at a remix of Gordan Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”. Lightfoot was a local god, but somethings don’t need a remix. I put my beer on the bar.

This is when I took a break on the boardwalk beside one of the bars to catch the night air. Think moonlight Dawson’s Creek television set with the waves of Lake Couchiching hitting and rocking the marina of boats.

I was alone for quite a while. The echoes of bar sounds hitting the night sky. Drunk people getting drunker. Loud people getting louder. A Techno Remix of Paula Cole’s “I Don’t Want to Wait.” playing over the air. Nothing was sacred anymore.

The door of the bar opened. I could see a thick tall muscular body walk down the stairs and start walking towards me. As the shadow came closer, I saw it was a familiar face and tree trunk thighs. It was the former captain of the high school football team. He stood beside me. We said hello.

“You look really happy” he said. 

“How do you know?” I replied. I was not exactly fond of this person. We had been on truce terms in our final years at school, but I would never call this man an ally. 

“I was watching you and your boyfriend. I saw you at the other bars too.” 

I changed the subject. Made some easy small talk. Told him my plans while I was in town, where I was staying and what I had going on. I was ready for the night to end. I found my boyfriend and we left.

We returned to the “hotel/motel” where we returned to rabbits humping. For additional reader reference: this beautiful man had the most insane two scoops of hairy olive tanned ass. It looked like he had done a million squats every day since the beginning of time.

It was very late. I was starting to fall asleep when my blue Nokia 3310 started ringing. It was the former football captain. He was drunk in the lobby and wanted to come up to my room. Saying “Up to my room” makes the dump seem more glamorous than it was. It was only two floors accessible from both indoor and outdoor stairs. The outdoor stairs were carpeted with a faded 80’s print.

Once he entered the room, he moved directly to the second bed where he sat on the corner of it man spreading with incredible width; like the wing span of an wandering albatross. His super thick thighs and ass challenging the seams of his pants. You could also tell he was thick in all areas and the shadows told all who looked he was circumcised.

My boyfriend and I sat on the other bed not prepared for visitors - or the view. Me in my thick glasses and bed briefs; my boyfriend in billowy boxers, mouthguard and sleeping headpiece he had recently took to wearing. The former football captain didn’t seem to notice or care. He just began speaking.

The high school womanizer got right to the point. “I am gay”

He began to tell us about the sex he had started having with a man at his gym. They had started lifting together and the next thing he knew they had tried anal. This experience with his lifting partner had turned from “feeling supported lifting” to “doing the nasty behind the weightlifting gym 4-5 days a week”.

He kept telling us about how amazing it felt. His voice bursting with so much life, passion, and character. He was telling us his truth. He named all the ways he was having sex with this man – but he said nothing was better than when he was getting fucked by this guy up the butt. He discovered he liked taking dick in the ass. I told him it was also called “bottoming”.

His buddy would spit on his hole and slide it in. And there it kept hitting something that made him black out with pleasure.

That’s when through his mouthguard and headpiece my boyfriend shared with both of us; “The male g-spot is in the butt. Enjoy!”.

At some point in the night everyone was exhausted and still drunk. We all passed out in our respected beds. The former football captain kept talking about how excited he was about it all until his words turned to snores and he fell asleep in his clothing.

In the early morning the room was filled with brightness as the garbage dump seagulls screamed overhead “Huoh-Huoh”. Both male and female gulls make a 'huoh-huoh' sound during courtship or confrontations over territory. They could feel the horny tension in the air. The football captain was full of smiles that morning. He needed to leave early but left his cell number on an Arby’s faded paper promo menu Bac,n Chedder Curly Fries Only for 3.99.

Over the next three months we texted a few Hellos and Well Wishes on my Nokia. He would wish the same. This went on for a few months. When suddenly my Nokia got a text from my contact Closeted Football Captain (Former) with the text “I need to speak to you”. I told him to call.

His voice was cold again. His voice was unkind. I was speaking to the high school version of him again. Where he told me that he had made a mistake and was not gay like me; and that he was going to marry a woman. He kept insisting he was not “a gay”. He was never gay and to forget anything he had said to me and my boyfriend. He has been drunk.

I pushed back “Why? What made you change your mind from what you shared with me at Thanksgiving? And the man you’re having sex with behind the weightlifting gym?”

He had come out to his parents. And in turn his parents had vowed to disown him and never speak to him again if he was gay. They told him this would shame the family. His option was to find a woman and marry or be disowned from the family. He asked me to never contact him again. Which I obeyed.

This would have been a Thanksgiving Episode Ratings Bonanza. It may have even garnered the cover of TV Guide. Not the horny story ending we wanted in the “Football Captain Sean Cody Porno Fantasy”; but I learned two very important lesson learned in my Thanksgiving Special Episode. 1. The Male G-Spot Is In The Butt and 2. Be Yourself … at all costs.

It has always hurt my heart that others cannot love freely the people they wish to love. I think of my friend who came out of the closet for only a few months, to sadly return to the self-confined cage. From this experience haunting me for 20 years I vowed to be just a little bit gayer, louder, bolder, brighter, courage’s in being my own proud queer self. A proud faggot in every sense of the word.

This Super-Size Horny Newsletter is filled to the brim with the coolest queerest vibrant humans on planet earth. They want you to connect to the moment. Connect to yourself. Connect to the community. Connect to the earth. Connect in what you are here to share with the world. Stop letting petty the petty games or petty mind stop you from acting. Thank you for taking the time to read these words. This is a lesson in never making yourself smaller for anyone else.

This Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend I give thanks to you! For you!

Thank you for the light you add to the world. May Horny Newsletter Issue Night be as much a lighthouse in the storm for you as it is for me.

Have A Horny Day.

Christopher Sherman
Instagram @hichristophers

Horny Newsletter 9 Cover Girls

Favourite Horny Family Holiday
Written by Matt Beasant

My first gay encounter was on a cruise with my family.

I spotted two hot men in their late thirties, much older than my 17 year old self. I noticed them look over at me. I got out of the hot tub and left the pool area. But I continued to watch them from a balcony.  As one of them toweled off his sweaty muscular body I imagined the musky smell of his dark hairy chest and armpits.

As they began walking I followed them along the pool from the upper balcony to the elevators. I slipped into the elevator with them and went down. They glanced at me but said nothing. It was like I was on autopilot - I felt possessed. We walked in silence down the long hallway. It seemed like eternity. We stopped at their cabin door and as we did one of them turned and asked my age. We were in international waters so I lied and said 18. They let me inside.

Introducing themselves, M and C, and they told me they were from Rio de Janeiro. I took a seat on the bed beside M. He was a giant of a man with a polish background, piercing blue eyes and 6 3” linebacker build. His partner C sat beside us. He was a ripped Lebanese stud with sharp features, an intoxicating dark hairy chest, and beautiful brown eyes. At that age I did not know much but I knew this much, as far as a first gay encounter, I had hit the fucking jackpot. Little did I know that I had hit it in more ways than one.

For almost four hours we did nothing but talk, clothing on and entirely innocent. I was fascinated that one was a doctor and the other a jewelry store owner. I was fascinated that they were on a holiday together, as a couple. They told me ‘don’t worry one day you won’t care about what the world thinks of you’. They told me that ‘I too could have a partner and friends to travel and experience life with’. This was the most poignant aspect of our encounter, one which to this day reminds me how alone and confused I was as a young gay/queer teen.

At that time the internet was new, very little media portrayed homosexuality or queer culture and when it did it was almost always coloured by shame or the HIV crisis. I was also growing up in a small town in Northwestern Ontario – the middle of nowhere. The experience in their cabin literally changed my life because before this I honestly questioned basic aspects of my future. If I were to come out could I ever have a job, friends, a partner, happiness? They opened me up to a world I did not think was possible.

I left that day satiated in a way I did not expect to be. Two days went by and I had not bumped into them again – the ship huge. One evening I mustered the courage to call their cabin. We arranged another hangout. I nervously entered their cabin and sat on the bed. M, the polish giant, began making out with me while C watched. I felt M’s gigantic bulge growing through his jeans. They slowly undressed me as I ran my hands over washboard abs for the first time in my life. He pushed his cock between my them and began humping me, the uncut head of his massive dick rhythmically pushing and pulling against my legs, taint, and scrotum. C watched and kissed me before switching positions with M. There was no actual penetration but it was passionate and intense.

It felt like space and time disintegrated and all that was left was this here and now moment of erotic pleasure. By the end they were both kneeling over me while we stroked each other. They began to spasm letting me know they were both ready to release - so was I. Minutes later, dizzy and sweaty, I stepped into their shower, my torso and chest covered and glistening with the thick fragrant bodily fluids of these two beautiful men. I told them what a great time we had as I stepped out of their cabin. A cabin attendant was in the hallway and gave me look; she knew exactly what was going on. But for the first time in my life I didn’t fucking care.

I think about them often. We stayed in touch for few years but eventually lost contact. I’ve even searched for them online but without their last names I’ll probably never find them. I am now around the same age as they were when we met. Are they still alive? If so they must be in their early 60’s. I hope they’re happy and healthy. I wish I could thank them and tell them how meaningful our experience was. I will always remember them – the two men from Rio who opened my world.

Matt Beasant
www.mattbeasant.com
@matthew_yyz

Favourite Horny City: New York City
Written by Johnny Sibilly

New York City makes me horny -

It’s the subtle meeting of the eyes on the subway with the hottie that you aren’t quite sure if they’re picking up what I’m putting down but you have a couple stops left in your commute to find out.

It’s walking down the street and just seeing hot people en route to anywhere and you romanticize how interesting their lives must be.

New York is happening all around you and never stops whether you’re stressed or dancing or making out with someone in the street there are thousands of other storylines taking place and that is SEXY.

New York City makes me horny because art is all around you and so is music. It could be instruments, honking cars, or MTA announcements but you can always catch a beat!

On hot days, rainy days, snow days or perfect days New Yorkers are horny and knowing that makes me love the city that never sleeps but always thrives 

Johnny Sibilly
@johnnysibilly

Rose Hips Shares A Story About A Horny Night In Brooklyn And An Exclusive Club Mix 
Written by: Max Mohenu 

I was naked in Brooklyn in 2015. Fresh out of the shower, dripping wet, about to towel off and moisturize this ass. Before heading back to Toronto on a grueling, 10-hour Megabus, I had one more night to party. Juliana Huxtable was blessing us with another edition of her incredible party SHOCK VALUE and I had to make an appearance. 

I spent way too long applying cocoa butter to every inch of my body. As I applied the lotion, I couldn’t stop looking at myself. 

My luscious booty and quads shimmered whenever I walked around in the mirror. 

The after-shower glow had me looking sexy and I was hoping my crush would feel the same way. 

I spent a large part of my trip chatting with this gorgeous guy. He would send me nudes and I’d send some back. The conversation ranged from what exhibits to check out at The Whitney Museum to how badly he wanted to fuck. 

The messages were spicy and spontaneous. 

Tonight was the night we’d finally meet face-to-face. 

The plan was to leave the house in nothing but lingerie, jewelry, and comfortable, but fashionable sneakers. 

The plan was to meet my friends there around midnight and hopefully run into this hottie I’ve been talking to for the last few days. 

The plan did not include me slipping into a food coma after eating a whole pizza from Roberta’s. 

The plan did not include me waking up at 2 a.m. and frantically texting my friends to see if they were still there. 

But determination, a second wind, and the prospect of sucking one of the nicest dicks I’ve ever seen were all fueling me to make this a night to remember. 

Luckily, the venue was 15 minutes down the street from me, so it took no time at all to get there. 

Upon arrival, I walked into a small house in Bushwick, greeted by my friend working the door. 

Behind the bright red door, on the other side of the house wasn’t just a Brooklyn rave, it was queer paradise. 

A sea of Brooklyn's finest graced the dimly lit dance floor. 

Bodies of all shapes and sizes.

Feeling sexy and carefree. 

The smoke machine was working overtime that night. You could barely see anything. 

From a glance, I caught a side profile of my crush dancing in the middle of the floor. 

His tight ass, muscular back, and big shoulders made me weak. 

I could see every bead of sweat dripping off his body. 

We locked eyes for a minute, but his list of admirers was long that night, and somehow I got lost in the shuffle. 

Like the bodies in the room, our chat history faded into the smoke. The fantasy we’d built up for days quickly became your typical Grindr song and dance. 

Boy messages boy, boy says all the right things to entice boy, boy was never really interested. 

I was so used to this by now, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Instead of going home defeated, for the first time in my life, I said fuck it. 

I’m in Brooklyn. I’m happy, I’m horny, I look amazing, and I’m ready for whatever. 

I continued to party once a few of my friends showed up. 

The DJ lineup for SHOCK VALUE was stacked that night. Michael Magnan, Kalifa (fka Le1f), among other Brooklyn legends played mind-blowing sets. 

The one set that has stuck with me till this day was from the queen herself, Miss Juliana. I can honestly say her set that night changed my life forever. 

Hip-hop blended into dancehall, techno, bass, and industrial. Sounds I’d never heard before being created on the fly. 

We were entranced by every transition, every shift in direction. 

It was one of the best nights of my life. 

Even though I didn’t get the boy I came for, I had several options to choose from after the party was over. 

That night I felt something. It wasn’t the lingering buzz of too much tequila or the fine-ass dude gripping my ass. 

Juliana showed me a side of DJing I hadn’t experienced. 

I used to think of it as a singular sound, feeling, or vibe. 

But I learned that night that it takes a level of fearlessness, innovation, and an incredible music library to create queer spaces like this, spaces where people can feel several emotions in one night. 

By the time I left the club the sun was rising. It was 7 a.m. In the span of one night, I experienced fear, anxiety, rejection, joy, euphoria, and some other things I can’t remember. 

That night in 2015 was the rebirth of Max as a queer person, a sexual person, a DJ, and a lover of music. 

Nights like the one I had in 2015 are near and dear to my heart. 

I continue to be inspired by so many of the incredible queer DJs and collectives I’ve met throughout my journey. 

Juliana Huxtable, Scooter, Joselo, Simisea, Bambii, Litney, Karim Olen Ash, Demiigoddess, Papi Juice, and Lotion Mag, just to name a few. 

I’m in awe of everything they do for the community. 

DJs make me horny. The club makes me horny. A space where you can be anything you want for the night makes me horny. 

Cheers to the queer DJs shifting the culture and keeping the club safe and sexy. 

I love you forever! 

Along with this story, I’ll also be sharing a new club mix that showcases the different sounds that get me excited when I’m at a party. 

This mix is a little bit of house, techno, hard drum, club, bass, and hip-hop. 

These selections are hard, fast, throbbing, smooth, and seductive. 

I love a bassy moment, a weird blend, a genre-bending track that mixes elements of all my favorite music. 

A lot of these songs have made me feel sexy both in and out of the DJ booth. 

I hope you dance to this, fuck to this, or use it as inspiration to explore things you’ve never heard before. 

See you on the dancefloor. 

xoxo
Max 
www.maxmohenu.com
@max_mohenu

Favourite Horny Movie: Beach Rats (2017)
Written by Imtiaz

Beach Rats (2017), directed by Eliza Hittman, is an intimate and sensual story about a teenage boy coming to terms with his sexuality, while growing up with his straight masc bros in Brooklyn. Frankie hangs out at the beach with his friends on summer days, and secretly cruises gay chat websites at night. He hides his identity online and hooks up with older strangers, afraid of having his double life exposed.  

The secretiveness and guardedness with which he lives his secret life can resonate with any young gay man trying to navigate a sexual awakening without having an outlet, community or space to be free. The confusion and guilt he feels about his desires is also apparent in his inability to be honest even with himself. Although, he does eventually tell his friends about the hook up website, saying he meets up with guys (without having sex) as a way of scoring drugs for them. It’s his way of testing the waters to see if they would accept a gay lifestyle, without admitting his real desires.

But it’s the secrecy and anonymity of his actions that also make it hot. Frankie’s encounters are raw and vulnerable, and because he’s afraid of being found out, this further heightens the intensity of his hook ups. There’s an authenticity and realness to these scenes which is both erotic and intimate.

Whether or not someone is living openly as a gay man, cruising has always had an element of this danger and thrill. Not wanting to get caught or seen fucking in a public place is always an issue, whether you are out or not. Regardless of the danger though, the thrill always wins out in the end. In Frankie’s case, he pushes it as far as bringing his friends along to a hook up, for the purpose of getting drugs. The tension in this scene is homoerotic but violent, as Frankie’s worlds come crashing together.

I watched Beach Rats while already in my 40s, but it brings me back to a time of my own sexual awakening, with the secrecy and shame of hiding from your friends and family. There was the excitement and thrill of finding gay life online and the promise of someday being able to live that life out in the open. And eventually the discovery of cruising culture. I had already come out when I got into cruising, but there’s something about the secrecy, the forbidden nature of it that was, and still is, enticing. 

The film’s subtle cinematography captures the intensity of cruising on hot summer nights, with dark, atmospheric shots, and also the vulnerability and innocence of youth, with beautiful and dreamy sequences of young men at the beach. It’s this juxtaposition of Frankie’s two worlds, and with his internal struggles and external exploration of his sexuality that make it a captivating and intimate experience. 

@m_imtiaz_a

Favourite Horny City: Rome
Written by Tigre

I never imagined it would be a city of contrasts, the largest empire in the world, with soldiers who were sodomized for the pleasure, the rumors of Julio Caesar's homosexuality all over Rome, the hidden desire of all those men who went to the baths and saunas or secret parties to feel free for a moment, I think that Rome was very advanced for the epoch of the Roman Empire.

I arrived to the city at Roma Termini, the sound of the bells scaring away the pigeons, taking flight towards the pine trees that surround many streets, priests and nuns walking in haste towards the subway as in any other modern city, whole families and people from all over the world arriving, to enjoy the good food, the good wine and the fashion stores.

I just wanted arrive to St. Giovanni neighborhood, take a bath and rest. The desire to feel pleasure increased my sexual libido, I couldn't stop seeing big burly men walking around the neighborhood, I couldn't stop imagining the possibility of being subdued by one of them. St. Giovanni a familiar and religious neighborhood that held me back from being myself, the stereotype of religion held me back a bit, trying to behave like straight people; who would think that in the basements of the neighborhood buildings lay gay saunas, places visible to the gay community but hidden from the rest of society. I had to enjoy the night.

Rome is for walking and walking, I was very impressed walking through the narrow alleys of the Vatican and thinking that inside those apartments live men who are still inside the closet, repressing their desires and fetishes, hiding through the cloak of the catholic religion. The bustle of cars and motorcycles in the traffic of a normal day and walking on the Tiber River with an espresso in my hands, the heat of this Mediterranean city exhausts me more and more, but I still have energy to please more than one man at night.

Finally I arrived at the Sauna, mature and young naked men ready to spend some time of pleasure, there is no time or limits, here we are ourselves, bringing out our most perverse side, generating pleasure and desire. All our bodies together, rubbing our hard cocks, touching each other, enjoying each other until we lose sense of time.  I met a Muslim mature man who lived in Rome for several years, at first he was afraid, because he thought I was Jewish because of a Hebrew tattoo on my neck, I told him no, he explained to me the situation of Muslim and Jewish society that they live day by day, I understood and I proposed to him that we let ourselves be carried away by the desire of our bodies. His body with mine, in a trance of mutual pleasure and the rush of poppers I took him to heaven. 

Knowing the history and art of Rome lead me from Piazza Spagna to the Tiber River, the banks of the Tiber are a good place for cruising, just wait for the right one to connect and touch our bodies, take out our hard cocks discreetly so as not to be discovered by someone else.

In Rome you can experiment many pleasures, food, delicious desserts, a good wine or a good cappuccino, Rome can be wild and romantic at the same time, as much as you want.  

Tigre
@_esetigre

Favourite Horny Kink | Piss Play
Written by Nicko Cecchini

For as long as I’ve been a sexually awakened person, I’ve been into piss play or ‘water sports’. I’ve depicted it in my art a few times but have yet to fully explore all the ways it excites me. From golden showers to full on piss drinking and everything in between.

Where this kink manifested … I’ll never know. Maybe it was being a young boy and going to the urinals and looking at the men beside me as they whipped out their dicks to relieve themselves. Or the code of ethics around urinals, how we place ourselves in public settings… debating on how many urinals apart we have to be or not be. Or how much of their cocks men are willing to put on display… it’s also been a spot to me where boundaries are pushed and humour and sexuality is present.

Regardless of the reason for this kink… all I know is I love when a boy lets me piss all over him/in him or when I get into that thirsty and piggy mood and want their secondhand beer. I used to be kind of embarrassed by this, but as I get older the more I realize we don’t choose our kinks, our kinks choose us. However, I am choosing to eradicate shame in all facets of my life and learning to love all the peculiarities that make me fully human. ”

@Nickocecchini
www.nickocecchini.com

Tommy Harts Shares An Exclusive Horny Mixtape
Written by Tommy Hart

For the first ever horny mixtape, I selected tracks that make me feel grounded and in my body—music that makes me shake my hips, stick out my tongue, and throw my hands up in the air. I wanted to take the listener on a journey of embracing their own sexuality, and to bring them face to face with the thoughts and feelings that they might encounter over that process.

Sometimes it feels cheeky and flirty, slinky and slippery, aggressive and throbbing. In the end, I hope it makes you feel excited and empowered, and that you’ll listen to it as a way to celebrate yourself, wherever you are on your journey to self-acceptance.

Tommy Hart
Linktree
@tommy__hart

My friend Silvio crafted some words to accompany the mix below:

THE DANCEFLOOR DIVINE
by Silvio-Tonie

Oh muses I sing to
Oh sisters of nine
I've spotted a boy
Whose face is so fine
Across this great maze
—The dancefloor divine
Locked up in his gaze
His eyes of blue light
Guide me through the night

I know I'm in for it
The fuse has been lit
Sparks venturing down
The wick
Though I know the ending well

God knows if I'll survive
This mythological
Journey through hell
As the dancefloor becomes
This impossible chasm
Unimaginable distance
Of lengths I cannot fathom
As the rhythm picks up faster
Boy knows

it's him that l'm after
I'II likely end up in disaster
But we move closer to another
For sweet heaven we discover
In what we uncover
And when we finally meet
It's my lips he first greets

And I'm bathing in the grace
Of tasting his taste
As the dimensions
Of time and of space
Quickly they erase

As I reach for him deeper
The illusions of who
We are
And who we were
Dissipate—
And we're suspended
In the abyss
In another we find bliss
In the moment anointed
In nowness—

This bacchanalian encounter
May not bleed into tomorrow
But while we're together
We dance off our sorrow

Oh muses I sing to
Oh sisters of nine
These blossoms
They open

On the dancefloor divine

Favourite Horny Food: Madeleine
Written by Jayden Park

The food that makes me horny is Madeleine.

It's not just a dessert for me; it's a symbol of self-acceptance and a journey of discovering who I truly am. I grew up in Korea, and for much of my life, I hid my true self, especially my sexuality. I always had this burning desire to express myself creatively, and I chose to channel that through the culinary arts. But deep down, my real passion was in pastry, not traditional culinary cuisine. However, society's stereotypes led me to believe that pastry was considered more feminine, while culinary was seen as more masculine.

In my younger years, I convinced myself to pursue a culinary career to avoid judgment about my sexuality. I spent six years working as a chef, but when the pandemic hit, I lost my job, and it was a moment of profound introspection. I began to question who I truly was, what I was passionate about, and who I loved.

It was during this time that I found the strength to come out to my mom and fully embrace my passion for pastry. I took a bold step and started my own online dessert shop called Gateau Ghost, specializing in Madeleines. To my delight, it's been expanding rapidly, and now I'm on the lookout for a physical storefront.

Madeleines, to me, are not just a treat; they are a powerful symbol of self-acceptance. They embody the essence of who I am and what I've overcome. That's why Madeleines are the food that makes me horny but also makes me feel truly alive and in touch with my authentic self.

Jayden Park
@ja_ydennn
@gateau_ghost

FAVOURITE HORNY ACTIVITY | CRUISING
Written by Jyvaune

Eye contact. Mystery. Anonymity are all things that make me horny.

What I love about cruising is the fact its most often anonymous, you don’t know this person. You just bust your nut and go. Its very animal like - Animalistic.

Saw you see someone on the subway. And you start making eye contact with that person. You both start cruising each other – it starts to get  hot and public; but it’s purely between the two of you. Everyone else on the subway is absorbed in their own worlds and phones.

One time on the Toronto subway I was riding during a quiet time heading home. There is no one on the subway. The entire train was empty. This sexy man gets on my train and we lock eyes. We just stared at each other knowingly. This is a couple stops from High Park – which is a giant park in Toronto.

When we got to High Park station we looked at each other and exited the train silently.

From there we walked out of the subway and into the dark night of High Park. We walked into the dark park alone and started sucking each other’s dicks off. The whole time I want to cum but also keep it going. It was the feeling of pleasure.

Being gay in my culture is not really allowed or accepted. I have come so far to accept my sexuality and who I am. It’s still a work in progress but its something I am enjoying exploring.

Jyvaune
@jivyb

Boys-in-Ivy
A Poem by Dylan Glynn

boys in ivy, 
they don't have to say much, 
their leaves are pretty poison, 
you can look, but don't touch. 

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MARK YOUR HORNY CALENDAR
The Garden of Hedon
A Solo Exhibition by Dylan Glynn
October 18, 2023
7-10pm
The Drake Hotel. 1150 Queen Street West.

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BOY HUNGRY
Written by Silvio Vallati

Titillating waiting,
That is,
Until the itch returns

The place I’m waiting speaks,
But,
Only as it yearns

Then I’m in the moment,
A place where I can be
Unwrapped-up in my longing,
Baby,
That’s just
Boy hungry

Silvio Vallati
@silviotonie

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