Sex Tips for Gay Guys - Softcover

Anderson, Dan

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0312288735 ISBN 13: 9780312288730

Verlag: St. Martin's Griffin, 2002

Inhaltsangabe

You think you've got all the moves. And you may. But do you know the preferred moves, mores and man-pleasing tactics for a host of other gay types? From the Campus Queer to the Do-Me Queen, the Twelve Stepper to the Sugar Daddy, Dan Anderson unleashes his expertise to disclose the secret longings of a host of hotties. You'll learn to master such sure-fire tricks as the "Up, Twist, Over and Down", the "Twirl" and the "Head Rub." Anderson and his posse of urban adventurers have seen and done it all, and now they spill their great, gritty sex secrets between two hard covers.

But there's more in Sex Tips for Gay Guys than just hot, hard how-to information about how to be great in the sack. Anderson, with the skill of a master sociologist and the wit of a baby Paul Rudnick, paints a picture of gay rituals, mating and dating at the dawn of the new century. You'll recognize everyone you've dated--and a few you're yet to meet--in this hilarious book.

"The best-kept secrets of sex experts (and a few sexually satisfied women) are now up for grabs-and road-testing." - Cosmopolitan

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Sex Tips for Gay Guys

By Dan Anderson, Mark Neston

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2001 Dan Anderson
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-312-28873-0

Contents

Introduction, 
1. Welcome to HomoLand, 
2. Gentlemen, Start Your Engines, 
3. Take a Meeting, 
4. Looking for Mr. Gay Bar, 
5. Survey Says!, 
6. All Hands on Deck, 
7. Oral Exams, 
8. Deep Sea Diving, 
9. Loaded with Options, 
10. The Dating Game, 
11. Sex Tips Can Change Your Life, 
Epilogue: Dear Dan, 
Acknowledgments, 

CHAPTER 1

Welcome to HomoLand

We all remember our first trip to Disney World, and the wondrous and exciting subworlds inside. As a mini-Mo in training, you were probably quite fond of Tomorrowland, with its gleaming, shiny surfaces, futuristic look, and the promise of a life of ease and contentment, complete with a videophone that knew how to scramble your image on a bad-hair day. You may also have harbored a special fondness for Tomorrowland since it was where you wanted to be, instead of stuck in the boring straight world, waiting in line for Space Mountain and looking at pictures of perfect futuristic families that you knew would never be yours. Well, tomorrow is suddenly today, the videophones are here (though they haven't yet solved that hair issue), and there's no more waiting in line for the rides.

HomoLand is the place that we all imagined and thought we'd never see. It is full of handsome musclemen in skimpy spandex outfits who walk down the street holding hands, who cruise you back with a boldness you never dreamed possible, and who are ready and willing to talk to you right now. It's the restaurant where two guys having dinner together don't feel like freaks, the bookstore with all the gay mags, the shop where the salesboy doesn't flinch when you ask him if those pants make your ass look good. In HomoLand, you're really popular, have a fabulous wardrobe, and need to have cards printed up with your phone number because so many guys are asking for it.

Well, guess what? HomoLand is open for business and your table is ready. As you no doubt know, some version of HomoLand already exists in every big city across America, and probably the world, for that matter. We won't even list them since they're so well-known, and if you're reading this book, it's safe to assume that you know where to find them.

But there's more to HomoLand than geography, since it also exists in your head, and you don't have to live in the gay ghetto to shack up there. HomoLand is also a social construct, a way of viewing the world, and we have to say it, a way of life. It's not just about being out, it's about being out in the world, and not afraid to take chances, follow your dreams, have fun, make mistakes, and even learn from them. It's about accepting not just yourself, but also evil poofs, mean queens, body buddies, and others whom you may not necessarily like, but acknowledge nonetheless. In other words, everyone has a home in HomoLand.

"We Love Gay Life"

That being said, however, it can still be a real blast to live in the ghetto, hang out with the boys, and have tons of fun. Many years ago, my best friend, Jim, and I were on our way from Philadelphia to New York for a weekend visit with our other dear friend, Miss Amy. It was a cold, rainy winter night, and we decided to pop for a cocktail before the drive. Needless to say, one cocktail turned into three or four, and we were soon talking about how nice it would be to bake on a beach with an endless supply of margaritas. In what was probably the most spontaneous thing we ever did until then or since, we got into the car and headed straight for 1- 95 South. Fearful that our booze-fueled resolution might fade if we stopped home for bathing suits, we got on the road immediately and decided that we (and another trusted friend, Miss Visa) could buy whatever else we needed in Florida.

The drive down was long and, frankly, better forgotten. In any case, we made it to Fort Lauderdale in time for dinner the next day. We called our respective jobs and told them we wouldn't be in the next week, nabbed a disco nap, then headed out amidst the palm trees to the big cha-cha palace. It was Saturday night, after all, and there was no missing that. The details are a little hazy now on whether we got lucky that night or not.

The next day we picked up cheapie bathing suits and perched by the pool for a solid seven hours. The little poolside bar had a dishy bartender named Patsy, who seemed to have the dirt on everybody, and who kept us in cocktails for most of the afternoon. Later that night, after moisturizing our one-day tans, we were getting ready to go out. Jim was doing something to his hair, and I was doing some sort of face mask, when we looked at each other, raised our glasses (it goes without saying that cocktails were a constant companion during the visit), and said, "We love gay life!" We even had a visit from this nerdy guy Edwin, who happened to be visiting our hotel with his parents from some awful hick town in West Virginia. We figured anyone who was traveling with his parents from West Virginia and had the chutzpah to actually knock on our door to ask if he could go out with us really needed a night out. So we took him along and soon learned that little Edwin was no artless ingenue when it came to a pickup. Within minutes of our arrival, he was chatting up some six-and-a-half-foot-tall drag queen, with whom he later left. We never saw him again.

The rest of the trip was pretty much the same setup every day, minus the Edwin visit, and we had a ball. The point is that, at that moment, we were two young guys without a care in the world, and the most important issue of the day was which bar to start the evening's activities in. There's a lot to be said for those days, and we highly recommend that, at some point in your gay life, you enjoy some.

Sex and the Single Guy

When you're young, cute, and single is possibly the best time to enjoy your boys' nights out. Life has a way of being less complicated: a trick is a trick, a date is a date, and you know well enough not to mix them up. If you fool around a lot when you're young, it can also be your chance to see the interiors of lots of chichi apartment buildings that you'd otherwise have to wait years to be invited to. If you're really good, you may even be invited back to see the place some night before 3 A.M.

Another good reason to earn your sexual stripes when you're young is that you can get away with all sorts of behaviors that will prove unacceptable after the age of twenty-five. Guys don't expect you to call when you take their number, so you need not feel guilty when you don't. You can march up to virtually anyone and strike up a convo, and you can march right off if he turns out to be a dud. You can hit the bars almost every night and still make it to work the next day with only minimal bags under your eyes.

You can even, at times, overindulge and get away with it. Let's face it, a falling down drunk at twenty-three can still be attractive, but when you're thirty-five, it's just messy. On occasion, even gay guys on the make can be generous. At the age of twenty-two, our friend Tony had a bit too much to drink and was chatting up guys at the bar like a telemarketer. Things got a little strange when it turned out that he was talking to one-half of a couple, only he didn't know that at the time. Soon enough, the other half came up, and it looked as if they were headed for a three-way. A few minutes later, while Tony was on a twirl, a perfect stranger...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: St. Martin's Griffin
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2002
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0312288735
• ISBN 13: 9780312288730
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 240
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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