In the summer of 1987, right around my 19th birthday, I discovered the bathhouse. At Club San Diego I met a
deeply bronzed Swiss tourist named Rene, who was 10 years and a lifetime of experience older. Rene invited me on a weekend trip to West Hollywood. We stayed at the Coral Sands motel and friendly men kept their doors open. Then we were off to Palm Springs, to clothing-optional bungalows where our rented car got stuck in the sand and roaming around naked seemed both unremarkable and exciting......It comes down to this: the unfamiliar can be erotic. Being anonymous in a foreign milieu is a role we've cultivated for centuries, keeping our sexual desires clandestine from childhood onward. To witness male sexual or romantic intimacy in public is still rare (and dangerous) except for a very few neighborhoods scattered worldwide. Perhaps because gay men for so long have felt we don't quite fit in, the role of tourist suits us well. Sex under the radar of the everyday is not just possible but as many of us know, very hot...
Read Tony's entire piece at The Guide.
This is the first of a regular column on gay health that he will be writing for The Guide. And we must say, he is off to a fabulous beginning. And we're sure, many happy endings...
This is the first of a regular column on gay health that he will be writing for The Guide. And we must say, he is off to a fabulous beginning. And we're sure, many happy endings...
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