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Oct 17, 12 •
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End Up Tales, October/November 2012 •
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Where home isn’t By Anonymous Where am I? In your bed, I discover, my eyes opening to Saturday morning, all bleary from the previous night’s partying. It only takes a moment before the scene becomes clear: you lie beside me, face buried in...
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Sep 19, 12 •
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End Up Tales, September/October 2012 •
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Reason for Hope By Anonymous I saw you. Is there any more pure an expression of hope than the Missed Connections ad? Someone catches your eye, across the gym you notice someone and they notice you, the dance floor parts for just a moment and a...
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Aug 15, 12 •
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August/September 2012, End Up Tales •
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Trying not to see through the smoke I like to tell myself I’m over Gaycation. No offense to kick-ass DJs or the generally rad space — but in that sweaty cave of dimly lit queers “dancing” to the extent that space allows, I become someone I...
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Jul 18, 12 •
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End Up Tales, July/August 2012 •
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Grinding to a halt Et tu, Grindr? You’ve really gone and raised your damn Xtra prices on us? You’ve gone from a mere pittance, a barely noticeable couple-dollar-monthly-charge to long-term, noticeably more expensive commitments. Because, as the...
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Jun 14, 12 •
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End Up Tales, June/July 2012 •
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Prove it How many dates did we go on? I lost count, which is maybe romantic, or maybe a sign that you and I drink too much. Anyway, after all this, you get all bashful — “Hey! Let’s just be friends!” you say. “What the fuck ever,” I say. I...
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May 17, 12 •
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End Up Tales, May/June 2012 •
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No ‘fill in the blank’ allowed by Anonymous I am all for expressing preferences, I am. When you message me on Grindr and tell me you want to do things to me I’ve never heard seriously referenced before — like being my “puppy” or “lap...
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Apr 20, 12 •
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April/May 2012, End Up Tales •
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Casual hating by Anonymous You and I were three dates in after meeting on OKCupid —an 86 percent match — and three drinks deep at Muu-Muu’s that Saturday night. “Maybe this is the beer talking,” I ask boldly, the beer definitely talking,...
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Mar 15, 12 •
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End Up Tales, March/April 2012 •
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Fear of Grinding by Anonymous Dark was the night, cold was the ground, busy were your fingers tapping out a message on your iPhone. “Come over,” you type to the man on Grindr, not caring that his shirtless photo cuts off at the neck. Tonight you...
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Feb 16, 12 •
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End Up Tales, February/March 2012 •
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Night Moves by Anonymous Successfully navigating post-Grindr encounters can be tricky, especially diving into the realm of actual phone numbers and empty pledges to maintain contact. Suitors may take you up on offers to stay in touch. And call. And...
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