A Bona-fide Erection.

The number of men afflicted with erectile dysfunction on the Upper West Side is probably directly related to the amount of actual physical attraction they feel for the sex partners they've chosen. I can't remember when I actually gave two shits about the needs or desires of the guys I select for random and meaningless sex, so I think it is time for me to look inward again.

And it was just days ago that I feared my own addiction to Viagra. Maybe that's why there's such rampant abuse of drugs out there in the gay community. Sometimes when life in a big city becomes intense and lonesome, you need something to equalize, hypnotize and tranquilize. By the time you're sailing high on whatever candy you use to hi-jack your libido, prior ailments just don't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is that finding someone else as hot as you for an unsavory thrill.

Everything those high school anti-drug films promised has manifested in my life. I am the embodiment of JUST SAY NO, and I can’t make any sense of it, except that I know I need to have a lot of pride about it, since I’m gay.