Over the last few years, the world has become familiar with Tinder — the dating app that links directly with your Facebook profile, connecting you to romantic partners in your vicinity for casual encounters or possibly long-term relationships. You might have used Tinder at the gym, the park, or maybe even the club, which is all well and good for your stable types, but what about the loners and drifters? Like any red-blooded, heterosexual male, I went looking for ladies, but for whatever reason, not so many of them check in at isolated truck stops. Seems most just want to use the bathroom or grab a cup of coffee before continuing their travels. Be warned, however: many of these ladies posing as lonely travelers will expect payment for sexual services rendered. You can tell a lot about a man from his Tinder profile.
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The gay encounter at gym series is actually one of the most popular posts at my defunct old blog. Decided to republish the posts. As the encounters were real experience, no ill feeling is intended to offend anyone. Read with open mind and take it with pinch of salt. The fist incident took place in July
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It's difficult enough for me to imagine being in jail: most of my images stem from old gangster movies in which the wardens are cruel to everyone, the tough guys are mean to the more innocent inmates, and everything is grey. With the onset of the television program "Oz" which I've never viewed , there's a newer consciousness of the jail experience: extreme violence and sex between men, often forced, as a reality of incarceration. None of this prepared me for the real-life drama of a man named Angel.
I n , when Calvin Burdine was awaiting sentencing for allegedly stabbing his gay lover to death, the prosecuting attorney encouraged the jury in his closing remarks to award Burdine the death penalty, rather than life in prison, on the grounds that sending a gay man to prison was akin to sending a kid to a candy store. After 17 minutes of deliberation, the jury obliged and sentenced Burdine to die. His death sentence was later overturned mostly because Burdine's public defender had slept through much of his trial , but the homophobic thinking — that prison is some kind of paradise for gay men — lingers on.