Author: Girth Brooks

The Slammer sounded intimidating. Clay had described it to me before we went, but I really wasn’t sure what to expect other than, “something like a bathhouse.” I wasn’t worried about having voyeuristic sex, I was worried what my first experience in a gay space would be like. Would I feel at

I met Clay in early October. I saw his profile on Scruff, an app that is basically Grindr’s hairier, more muscular older brother. His profile was innocuous enough: a half-decent photo showing his shaved head, scruffy beard, and green eyes, followed by a bio describing his ticks, tocks, and everything in