The latest entry in New York magazine’s Sex Diaries Series chronicles a week in the sex life of a single man with a plethora of lovers: he’s gay, 25, works in book publishing, and lives in Bushwick. I’m going to go ahead and assume most of us have been in this situtation: it starts off with some innocent plans to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race… and chill. Trust me, you don’t want to miss this one!
DAY ONE
10 a.m. I woke up hung-over and texted Jude to confirm the drunk plans we made last night at the bar. He’s still down to hang out and watchRuPaul’s Drag Race. I fall back asleep.
11 a.m. Freshly showered, I build my outfit around a jockstrap. You never know — Jude and I sometimes have group sex together, using Grindr and Scruff to find guys to play around with.
Noon I show up at Jude’s; he’s unshowered and wearing nothing but sweatpants. Hot.
12:30 p.m. We’re watching RPDR and cuddling. J and I tend to assume semi-platonic roles when we’re alone together. I put a frozen pizza in the oven, his arms around my waist.
1 p.m. I’m laying across his lap and feel a boner. We look at each other and start vigorously making out to the sounds of drag queens lip-syncing.
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