Author: Amazing Al

When I was enduring post-breakup depression for the first time in high school, I did what any other gay guy would do––downloaded Grindr. Unbeknownst to me, I thought that apps such as these were for finding boyfriends, not for hooking up. After making my bio, it confused me to see

Content Warning: This piece contains graphic language and description that might be considered vulgar and offensive to some. I’ve never been a fan of sticky messes; that's why I never eat with my hands or drink sugary beverages. When I first encountered semen, it disgusted me for the same reason. I never

About two years ago, I was a prospective student visiting a college. Having been accepted to attend the diversity program, I found myself with 50 other students who were all invited to visit the college before our applications were due. By this point, it was about a year since I

I started coming out of the closet when I was eight years old. Back then, a few friends knew that I identified as bisexual, but it wasn’t until later on that I felt comfortable calling myself gay. I told more and more friends my secret, and eventually, I found myself with my first boyfriend when

One month anniversaries are supposed to be special when you’re sixteen, right? That is, unless you are a high school junior who’s stuck taking the ACTs all morning, along with your boyfriend who’s been separated alphabetically into a different room. Oh, not to mention that he’s also sick and high

A few days ago, I came across an article that detailed which sexual kinks people were into based on their zodiac signs. As I looked at all the options, I couldn’t help but realize that dirty talk was, in fact, my Gemini ex’s favorite thing to do in bed. When

I once had a boyfriend who aspired to be a stereotypical hipster. As a result, he often wanted to go on 'off-the-beaten-track' dates when we hung out. As an aspiring writer like myself, he asked if I wanted to go to Starbucks to write together. With nothing better to do, I agreed. When we got

By the time my one-month anniversary rolled around, I was honestly shocked that my boyfriend at the time and I still hadn’t been involved in any heated arguments. It was the typical honeymoon stage, and to make it perfect, I tried to plan a special date for us. He told

As I’ve written in my previous columns, my boyfriend and I never went more than a week without seeing each other. To him, it meant an escape from his closeted life in his town. For me, it meant getting out of the house. Not to mention, once we both became sexually

Because my boyfriend at the time and I went to different schools, we made it a point to see each other whenever we had time. It was sort of like a Romeo and Juliet situation, where I wasn’t allowed to date and he was in the closet, so everything had