As we stand at the precipice, feeling the heat on our faces from the dumpster fire our country has devolved into, sometimes an escape is necessary. And sure, meth’ll do that for you, but maybe, just maybe, dating horror stories from someone else’s romant
Did I finally find him? Find out in the season finale of The Coletural Experience.
I thought I'd put the dolls away--but just like that, The Ken Doll manipulated his way back onto the scene... Who knew playing with dolls could be so volatile?
Running into THE ex on your way to sing show tunes at a bar has a way of sending your night down a path of fresh hell you're never quite ready for...
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of Target questioning everything your gay ass thought you knew to be true...
Just when you think you've met your husband--life finds a way of dealing you a shitty hand...
The ghosts of boyfriends past haunt the streets of New York City...and just when you think you're done--they find you.
Porn stars, gay doctors, Trump, and Warhol--just a regular date night in New York City...
Catch the newest addition to the Coletural Experience--Cole Cuts! These bonus episodes delve deep into the madness of dating through conversations with guests who provide their unique insight on any number of intimate topics. In our first bonus episode, Safon--writer, host, and cannabis entrepreneur--sits down with me to discuss friendship, sex, and men with third legs...
Sometimes in gay dating you hit the jackpot and find yourself out with a real life model--who COOKS. When that happens, New York City is quick to remind you that dating here is never that easy...
If you can't find folly in moving in with your alcoholic boyfriend after dating him for 3 weeks, then where CAN you find joy? Good GOD I hope you're learning from my mistakes...
Drag queens have a way of sneaking up on you--whether it's to get you naked on stage, or to get you on a date. Either way, I've found they should be approached with caution...
Sometimes gay men have a way of bringing out the worst in each other...
Sometimes New York City can serve up a shitty evening...but is it possible to bounce back? Find out in part 1 of my romantic entanglement with The Ken Doll.
Gay dating is never boring--especially when you're being courted in the small town south.
It's these 'moments in the woods' that keep renewing my faith in Mr. Right. My faith that he's is out there--somewhere. If only he'd hurry up...
What's the world coming to when you can't go on a date without completing a full background check...
Sometimes trying new things in bed with guys you're newly dating can leave you feeling crappy...
When you're gay, your gym crush can make or break your workout. In this case, mine broke me for good...
Losing your virginity is a rite of passage... A horrible, scarring, delightful rite of passage--it's a wonder I ever had sex again.
After being bored to tears at a Times Square restaurant chain, I decided I needed some excitement. Unfortunately, I got a little more than I bargained for...
Gay dating is hard enough when everyone is being honest... But when things stop adding up? Forget it! Relationship status: discouraged.
Fire Island--a mystical land where gays frolic in tiny speedos, reveling in debauchery from dawn to dusk. It's an alternate reality where time stops and Dionysus rules. A place that intimidated and excited me...
Sometimes you're sitting there, minding your own gay business, and life comes up and starts playing wack-a-mole with what's left of your ego. Ain't life GRAND?
I was NOT going to let a plane ride keep me from sexual salvation. And let's face it--at this point, I'm down for anything...
The Baker promised salvation from the hell that is gay dating in 2019--but instead I was left with a mystery suited for the likes of Matlock or Jessica Fletcher...
After 24 hours back on the apps...the Universe promptly slammed the door of opportunity in my face.
After being offered a $4,000 dog at cocktails and having the nougaty center of my core exposed for free during dessert, it is officially time to take a look at my power-dating addiction. Here goes nothing...