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I'm a Dummy from New Jersey
But it was clear she had other ideas—and rightfully so. We’d been making out and groping for weeks, and it was natural to think that things would progress. She didn’t know I was a terrified little boy who still lived in the suburbs. Lisa was going for...
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Trying to Understand the English Gays at Oxford
I figured I'd be sleeping with loads of pretentious intellectuals when I accepted an invitation to attend Oxford, but instead I found myself getting licked on the face by "straight" boys, openly disparaged by snooty gays, and dealing with centuries of...
When You Gotta Stay Awake
The Shark has been to SXSW five times and has yet to sleep a wink in Austin. That’s just the way he rolls, buzzing around town like Richard Pryor on a three-day stem-bender.
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