Who might you meet there? How will you play?
What magic unfolds when you surrender to the day?
Give yourself up to fun and to chance
So much wonder unfolds from one playful glance
Strangers meeting and sharing and feeling
What they don’t tell us: pleasure is healing
Curious about cruising? You’re not alone. So much mystery surrounds this ancient queer pastime, so much confusion. So I’ve gathered your questions and—with the help of some fellow pervy cruisers—brought some light into the shadows. You can read my answers in roman characters and answers from community members in italics.
If you’ve got wisdom to add, please leave a comment and I can update the post. Cruising is for all of us, great and small, young and old. Let’s share in the fun together.
I love cruising. I can hardly think of something more fun. You’re going to hang out in some beautiful spot where you’ll walk by complete strangers and feeeeeel out your connection and then, if the spark is there, you’re going to… what!? Something really sweet and intimate and a little taboo. And someone might catch you doing it! What a thrill.
When I asked for questions about cruising from people on Instagram, the main curiosity (besides where to do it) was: is it safe???
This almost makes me laugh. To me, queer people are so cute and skittish, especially while cruising, that you pretty much have to wag your cock at someone before he’ll even come up close to you. Most people are too nervous to say hi to each other. I think this is part of the reason I made this issue, was to invite more people into the beauty and joy of cruising and to encourage us all to just breathe and relax into how much fun we can have with each other in these places. Remember fun?
Of course, I understand why cruising gets kind of a bad rap. You’re going to look for GAY sex—with a stranger—in public??
But underneath the moral panic lies a very sweet human truth about what cruising actually is.
It’s a way for queer people to find each other.
It’s way to connect, to feel the undeniable chemistry of our bodies come alive inside of us, and to share a moment of pleasure, passion, and excitement together.
It’s a chance to give up the how do you do? bullshit of society, with all its rules and performances and class structures, and become a simple human animal, alive and engaging with other human animals.
Yes, there is some danger. There is no institution to keep you safe with rules and security. This is the also the joy of it , this wildness.
Make no mistake: there are still human power games at play on the cruising grounds. But the rules are different than in regular society. The wealthy CEO is not more powerful than the faggy barista. Here, your beauty, your movements, your charms and your personal allure are what give you power. And even being traditionally beautiful by normative standards doesn’t guarantee you good dick. Some people are looking for freaks. And so the freaks have their own special power here.
There’s a lot going on in cruising spaces. What I like to focus on is the beauty. In a world that denies men’s need for mutual intimacy—the need to touch and appreciate each other—these places provide the outlet. All of that pent-up and oppressed need for queer closeness gets channeled into intense, brief encounters with someone you may or may not ever see again. It may seem like these moments are strictly physical, but I promise you, there’s a whole world of emotional turmoil, psychological thrill, and spiritual healing going on under the surface.
Come play.
Queer people cruise everywhere, including office buildings and public bathrooms. But this issue is about the beauty of cruising in wild, natural spaces. Nude beaches. Abandoned parks. Little strips of land close to the water. What I find amazing is the way these places seem to support the activity of cruising, as if nature herself grows into groves and shapes that create outdoor rooms for playfulness.
To me, this is co-creation with the land. I think it goes without saying: we have a responsibility to protect these places. Treat them sacredly. Clean up the garbage. Don’t go disturbing anyone around you. Make lots of room for people to use the space in their own way for their own wellbeing.
Queer people need places we can rest and just comfortably be ourselves. We can create that for each other.
As soon as you ask, you’re halfway there. Trust your own authority.
Are you ready to meet a stranger?
Are you ready to feel your erotic energy coursing through your body?
Are you ready to share pleasure?
Are you ready to make a satisfied sound?
Are you ready to do something we’re not supposed to do?
I think it’s important to remember that you can have ANY kind of experience you want to have at these places. So you’re probably ready for some kind of experience in a cruising area, even if it’s really tame. That’s okay.
Like this friend of mine, who goes to the secret nude beach in Montreal to chilllllll the fuck out:
When I relax naked in nature, my mental process slows down drastically, and that's one of the main reasons why I go there. Once in that state, not too many questions enter my mind, I go with pure feeling and instinct, and the receptivity of others. Attraction once naked is something very simple: it is there or it is not. If it is, my gentleness takes control of me and I simply share in the sweetness :)
—Guillaume Higgins, the cute little forest faerie on the left. When he bikes across town to head to this nude “beach,” he sends me a text and sometimes I go meet him there and we kiss and touch each other sweetly by the water.
So, what do I know about this? I mean, not much. From inside my white body, what I experience is that POC are generally more loving and better lovers than white guys.
Sorry, white guys, but it’s true!
White men sometimes express their sexuality with aggression and violence (not really dangerous violence, just, like, fucking too hard and without any rhythm and without listening to the sounds their partner is making). Non-white guys just wanna have a good time and they’ve got a vibe for that. Obviously this is a sweeping generalization, but there you have it.
Now, you can read what three cruising POC had to say:
It really depends.
It depends on where you go/what you’re looking for.
Fat guys and old guys have a hard time, I’ve noticed
But it’s not easy for brown dudes either
They get punked.
Ignored.
You know, some guys will be prioritized and get more attention. Understandably.
But sometimes it’s kinda sad.
So do you feel… welcomed, in your brown skin? Or is it just as racist as anywhere else?
You know how I feel about my skin
I love it. It feels right. It feels like me.
I feel like it makes me more attractive.
Whoever feels otherwise can fuck off.
I really don’t mind the “no blacks” vibes I get sometimes.
Their loss. Onto the next.
But of course, that’s not specific to cruising at all
— A cute closeted Caribbean guy with a heart of gold and a massive, beautiful uncut cock that leaks precum and fills plenty of white asses.
I think that most of the spaces do feel safe from a Black experience, however they can be triggering for some since there is still an element of fetishization of race in these very spaces. I also know anecdotally from friends that these spaces don't always treat Asian minorities the same way so there may be a subtlety there. Personally, I have never felt unsafe in these spaces except for the fear of heteros
— A very handsome black South African man who moves with infinite gentle kindness and exclusively tops because he’s got a thick, sturdy cock that gets hard when you look at it. (It’s incredible to look at.)
We’re a long way from escaping the idea of whiteness as a defining feature of the dominant gay male sexual ideal, in my experience, so “friendly” should perhaps be read in relative terms here. The thrill and majesty of cruising, especially in natural spaces, is that it often invites a sensitivity and responsiveness to a living environment, without mediation by the self-reinforcing tropes/heuristics of desirability and “frictionless” UX that often make up the gay agora. What better place to complicate and enrich the sexual imaginary than the high fidelity medium of “IRL”. But tbh, you’ll still have to do the work of reminding yourself that you’re worthy of love as you are… and if not you, than at least the teenager queerbo who looks like you and has yet to confront the impossible commodity standards of the gay sexual economy.
— My friend Mulu, too precious for this world and too smart for their own good, a gift of beauty and kindness to us all.
Is it safe to head out into nature?
Is it safe to be among men?
Is it safe to lock eyes with a man?
Is it safe to take off your clothes outside?
Is it safe to let yourself be seen naked?
Is it safe to let him know you want him?
Is it safe to hug when you’re both naked?
Is it safe to enjoy it?
Is it safe to go further?
These are all excellent questions, worth asking in any moment. The answer is not always “yes”—it changes moment to moment. There is inherent risk in cruising. But “adventure without risk is Disneyland” (Douglas Copeland said that).
I don’t feel danger in places where queer men go to touch each other. I feel the tension of fear and shame and I feel the immense powers of love and lust to overcome these feelings and bring people together anyway. To me this is literal magic and why I keep going to these places.
Here’s what one community member had to say:
so first disclaimer it is ~ punishable ~ by law and depending on where you sit in terms of privilege intersections it is something to keep in mind. that being said out of 10 or so years of cruising i’ve only witnessed one p0l1c3 raid that i was able to flee from safely 🏃🏻💨
in terms of actual cruising, depending on the location these spots can draw all kinds of people. so whats most important is being in tune with yourself, confident in your boundaries and comforts and ready to say no if a situation is not rubbing you the right way. no shame in saying no to something or even just walking away if someone isn’t respecting you or pushing your limits. there’s many ways to give consent to an act but there are many ways to express non consent and there’s nothing wrong with that ! ( non verbal, body queues, verbal ). never expect anyone to read your mind 👼🏻 otherwise to some extent i think most people are respectful and will take a hint and leave you alone. after speaking with a few friendly cruisers a common response to being cruised and not being into it has been to follow through out of « politeness ». totally bonkers when you unpack it and i’ve also felt this way before. try to remind yourself that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to 💕
as anywhere else i can’t say these are safe spaces as i don’t think any space is inherently safe whereas if you’re lucky enough to come across the sparse cuties who do contribute to making these areas safer for others, it’s a blessing. As a person who participates in cruising culture there is a certain responsibility in helping people feel safer as much as i can if i’m present. as for inclusivity it depends on who’s there but i can’t say on my end as someone gender non conforming that i’m always greeted with the most friendly of greetings haha 😝
in terms of health and safety it’s important to note that this is anon hookup culture and if you want to use condoms thats totally cool and smart, never feel pressured to bb with anyone although a lot of guys do tend to push for that in my exp. highly recommend prep and regular screenings 💕 knowing your status as well as keeping yours and others health in check is an important part of cruise culture imo.
One last thing i think would be good for any newbies getting into cruising — if you have a friend or someone you trust that would go with you / can explore with for the first few times, that would be a great way to introduce yourself to this realm ✨
— a small, radically queer Italian-Canadian faerie who I knew from Instagram then MET randomly at the cruising park in Montreal and we shared some cigarettes and walked around together talking and meeting people.
Personally, I never find this to be an issue. Most men are TERRIFIED of rejection, and at the slightest hint of your disinterest, they will walk briskly away from you as if you had personally insulted them.
I have encountered a few shameless men who will keep pursuing you even after you’ve said no politely. This is when you stop being polite and just tell them to fuck off. They will.
I haven’t seen this in outdoor cruising spaces, but at bathhouses you’ll meet the odd person who will reach out and touch somebody who is already engaged in play with someone else, taking advantage of the moment when the other is exposed but too distracted to turn them away. This is gross and I think it’s fair to shame these people out of doing this kind of thing. Take care of your community! But I’ve never seen this happen outside.
I shake my head, but make sure Im still throwing friendly (but firm!) vibes. If its verbal, I say either “Im ok thanks” or “no thanks, but good luck!”
— A big-dicked man I met at a sex party in someone’s basement in Toronto. Now we see each other around and we hug and kiss.
Cruisers are generally sensitive to direction from fellow cruisers. Making eye contact, and shaking your head "no" is generally enough to discourage attention. Otherwise, verbalize what you're open to: "no thanks bud" or "you can watch." By nature, active cruising spots are generally not the best place for a private meet-up and cruisers should understand that other cruisers will make moves until they are given direction not to. Be confident in what you're open to and looking for as opportunities present themselves.
— a sweet man who did his thesis on cruising.
So, I didn’t hear back from any trans cruisers who wanted to share their experience. So this is what I have to say. I am not trans. What I am is some kind of feminine forest nymph in the body of a Winnipeg hoser dude. Sometimes people come toward me for the hoser and don’t understand the very feminine creature inside is the one who wants to play. In this case, I flirt, but I keep my distance and will pull back, even from somebody who I’m interested in, until they realize that I’m asking them to take on the masculine role, to be brave, to come toward me, to shoot their shot, to show off their cock, and to let me service it. I have to be really playful and subtle, inviting them forward without meeting them in a mutual masculine energy, like two rams butting heads. It’s more like they are a wolf and I am a lamb who wants to be eaten. I find this so fun because the lamb has a surprising amount of power. So this is one option, if you’re a trans person with receptive, feminine energy like mine and you want to make the encounter about their cock.
Also, I have a penis that sometimes doesn’t work at all when I’m feeling shy, and I often feel shy with strangers. So for me, cruising does not equal having a penis.
Cruising = the outfit I put on to feel sexy and turn heads.
Cruising = the sensual way I run my hand through my hair.
Cruising = my hungry ass that sometimes just NEEDS a man to fill it.
Cruising = my whole body with all its soft furs for stroking and pleasant scents for sniffing.
Cruising = noticing all the little beauties of the other person’s humanity that make them completely unique and shockingly sexy, even if they completely defy beauty standards.
But I know why you ask the question. So much of cruising is about acknowledging your cock and noticing their cock and enjoying the feeling of showing off your cocks to each other. And that is fun!
If you want to take part in that spirit of cruising, I think it would be fun, if you are FTM trans, to show up with your underwear packed with a prosthetic bulge and show that off. How far you go, how close you let them come to you, is up to you.
Also, I think this is a fun thought experiment:
What if you just flash him your pussy? What will he do? Will he attack you in a transphobic rage? (I don’t think so, but please take care of yourself.) Will he run away scared? (Entirely possible—men are cowards.) Will he get down on his knees and devour it hungrily? (Damn that’s hot to imagine.) Will he beg to penetrate you? (Oof.)
I think it’s worth exploring.
Sacred Samaras!
When I met Alex, he wasn’t really engaged with queer life in this way and his sexuality was all balled up tight in porn. So it was really satisfying to take him to cruising places and just show him how much fun it is. This was a photo from our first trip to the secret abandoned cruising park in Montreal. We put down a blanket and right away a butt naked daddy walked right up to us and sat down and started talking. Alex made a beginner’s mistake: being friendly and polite when really he wanted the man to go away. Eventually, he did. (When I told him to.)
The way I would answer the second part of this question is: I want to be loved for who I am. Who I am is sexually open and adventurous. When I met Alex, I wanted him to know this about me so that he could love me for me. And he does. What a relief. Love is the ultimate medicine. What I didn’t realize is that, by hiding parts of myself to make myself lovable, I was being loved for an image of myself. And that isn’t really being loved. I was lonely inside my past relationships.
Radical honesty (while still being respectful and kind) has taken me into a really amazing place. I wish I had tried it sooner.
I have been to a few cruising spots with Braden in Montreal and Toronto. I can’t say that I myself have cruised yet haha. I’m still learning about it and finding my own comfort in it. Going to cruising spots with Braden is so special, though, because he treats everyone he meets with dignity and respect and his presence brings sweetness and peacefulness to the setting.
2nd question:
Over the course of many months we have learned about who we are to each other and how our love exists between us. There is an honesty in our connection that I wish upon every relationship. It allows us to say the uncomfortable thing we feel, bring it to the surface and talk it out together, as well as we can.
Braden is a creature of pleasure and intimacy. It is who he is at his core. The way Braden has sex is like the way some musicians play music. It is such a part of them that there is no way they are ever going to stop playing. I know that Braden is serious about intimacy, pleasure, play and sex. He is meant to be out in the world, doing his research, learning about all sorts of pleasure and sharing his gifts.
We understand that our connection is deep and because of that we are creating a LIFE together. This means making a home, thinking about the future, making big plans. Being intimate with other people does not threaten these aspects of our relationship. And if I feel threatened, it is usually something that I am insecure about and has nothing to do with Braden being pursued by a daddy in the woods. Braden is always there to help me uncover what is uncomfortable for me and talk it out and together we come back to the honesty that runs through all parts of our relationship.
It doesn’t feel radical. It feels like coming home to something very comfortable.
—Alex Samaras, my big lug
Yes, of course. That ancient queer feeling of being a criminal for who and how you want. Go easy on yourself. Be your own friend inside that feeling. Recognize that we all feel it to some extent. The beautiful thing is: cruising places are a great place to transform that anxiety into excitement and empowerment. Don’t push yourself into it. Go at your own pace. But go. Your liberation awaits.
Of course you can. BUT. You might miss out on an amazing encounter if you don’t open yourself to the idea of interacting with someone who, at first glance, doesn’t seem like “your type.” Listen to your body! Sometimes your body wants to bump up against somebody because the energy exchange will be good for you, even if they look like someone you normally avoid. The body knows things the mind does not.
This guy in the photo above was not someone who would normally turn my head. But he showed me his cock and I just…wanted to suck it! So I did. His name is Gabriel, “like the angel,” he told me. I looked up while his big fat dick was in my mouth and saw his angel tattoo. I could feel the universe blessing me in that sacred act of giving another pleasure and honouring and I could feel a younger version of me letting go of the shame inside. These kind of moments happen with the people you least expect.
100%. Just be cool and direct. Entering an active cruising location does not mean you're open to any person or any act. Some cruisers are there for a specific type or experience, while others are more open. Some just come to watch and JO and that's totally a part of cruising culture. Of course, each cruising location has it's own flavour, so some spaces may be less accepting of voyeurs - they'll let you know!
— Thesis guy
Go on weekends, when more people are free for fun.
Go on weekdays, when it’s quiet and you can share a quiet moment with a complete stranger.
Go after work, when the men are horny on the way home to their wives.
Go late at night, when people let their wild thing out under the cover of darkness.
Go in the middle of the afternoon when the sun is high and the air is warm and everyone’s balls are buzzing with energy.
Go with a new lover and see what it takes to get him hard.
Go with your boyfriend and kiss him under a willow tree.
Go with a neighbour and look at the flowers.
Go with friends and break off for a little alone time.
Go alone. Talk to no one. Suck one immaculate penis belonging to a man who you would never associate with under any other circumstance. Love every second of it.
First: infinite compassion for yourself and the insidious ways abuse robs us of our own power.
Second: inform that shaky, scared part of you that cruising spaces can be a playground where you can reclaim that lost power. Then go, and take exquisite care of yourself. Be your own protector. Say no as soon as it feels yuck. Don’t say yes to anything other than that which feels amazing and exciting. And slowly, slowly, let yourself receive pleasure in the place where you were abused. This may be a place on your body or it may be a place in your imagination.
Wait until someone beautiful and gentle and kind comes along, then let them give you love in that wounded place. Feel your way back into the receptive mode. Abuse robs us of our ability to receive love, because that was the part of us that was abused. Take it back. It’s yours. Find a friendly, big-hearted lover to give you good energy in that place. That’s where the healing happens.
If you really feel shaky, go with a friend and have them watch your back until you trust yourself to protect yourself again. Ultimately, this is a world of both delight and danger and we must create and maintain our own safety.
I have been violated by a lover. It’s a wretched thing. My ass still doesn’t quite feel right. But I tell you, it felt good to let the furry stranger in this photo remind me what it’s like to be loved well.
Embrace the shame. Don’t deny it. Ultimately, that’s why we’re here. To transmute these negative energies with the incredible power of pleasure and connection.
Modern life has us trapped inside captivity. Cruising is a way to let out the wild animal nature, to be close to the land and close to each other.
What is there to be ashamed about? Only you know. And you will never outrun that shame. It must be faced head on.
Ride the feeling of shame toward your desires, the ones that feel intense and unavoidable. Go to the limits of your longing and kneel to the face of god you meet there. Have a real moment with yourself. Meet your darkness with the light of innocence inside your heart. We are allowed to be here.
Who am I to tell the divine feminine how to express herself? The essence of femininity is in the revelation of the mystery through feeling and expression.
So, the how is up to you. Be brave. Dare to be beautiful.
What you might want to know is that when you DO express your femininity in these spaces, many men will turn away from you. This is because they have rejected their own femininity completely and you are now reminding them of it and that is deeply uncomfortable for them. So don’t make it about you when they reject you.
The amazing thing is that by expressing your femininity, you automatically filter out the people who can’t handle femininity. They flee. But the ones who don’t? The ones who actually want to come forward? These are beautiful creatures who worship the goddess. The question is, are you ready to be worshipped for your femininity? That can be just as terrifying.
Never forget your power.
Why do we have to choose?
Bathhouse on a Tuesday evening. Cruising park on a Sunday afternoon.
Those dicks won’t suck themselves!
For real, something magical happens when outdoor spaces become cruising grounds—everything is made sacred by nature. Everything is uplifted.
The trees, the flowers, the sunlight, and the birdsong form a sanctuary around the people seeking close encounters of the tender kind. Queer touch and play is protected by the earth. The landscape becomes a temple for seekers to transmute their shame and repression into pleasure and release.
You get the sense that this is how the universe wants us to live: close to nature, wild, free, and in our pleasure.
Stay real with yourself. Stay real with them. Be as open to the way the moment feels as you can be. Go as far as feels good and no further. Open your heart. Notice the love you have for them, naturally. It’s not crush love or partner love. It’s just simple human love for your fellow human being. Enjoy it. Share it with each other.
Maybe they will meet you in that and maybe they won’t. But you are allowed to enjoy the encounter on multiple dimensions, beyond the physical. They all happen at the exact same time, you just have to pay attention. Let the physical be the thing that brings you together and into something deeper together.
So, on some level, STIs are a physical manifestation of the energy of shame and lack of care for one another and oneself. When I have sex inside this energy (when the sex is rushed, furtive, without magic or connection or pleasure), that’s when I get STIs. If I have sex with a loving energy (or if I transmute the shame I feel in the moment with the love that’s always in my heart), I find that I don’t get STIs. Even when I discover later that the other person was infectious at the time. Go figure.
Of course, STIs happen. I don’t make a big deal out of it. To me, it’s just like getting a cold. It’s part of being human. I go to the doctor and get treatment. I accept this risk as part of the experience. Honestly, I have a lot of sex and I probably get one STI every two or three years.
Trust your body. If your body isn’t responding to the other person in the moment, it’s because the energy isn’t right, for one reason or another. Listen to your intuition and it will protect you.
For a long time, I didn’t bother with it. I always had a boyfriend, or I’d meet guys at the bar or on apps. I thought cruising was for people who couldn’t get connection anywhere else. What a little fool I was. (I’m always looking back and thinking that—life is so embarrassing.)
Then this friendly neighbourhood daddy took me to the cruising park in our neighbourhood in Montreal. I was amazed. It’s protected from view and in an out-of-the-way spot, so almost no one goes there except for queer men looking to cruise. It was like being in a playground! I loved knowing we were all there for the same thing. The air felt charged.
Since then, I’ve been exploring these spaces actively. It’s my hobby, my passion, my joy. I’ve always loved being outside and in nature. Now I get to do that with erotic energy in the mix?? Life is TOO good sometimes.
Cruising is an art. It goes like this: you lock eyes with a stranger and they hold it just a moment too long, until it feels dangerous—how dare you!—and your heart starts thumping. Look again, give a little nod or a sneaky smile, and it’s on. A major sign is when they grab their crotch. You want them. They want you. And you both know it. So now you have to find a place to express the energy pent up inside you, this insane need for connection you share. Go slowly. Take it step by step. As soon as it doesn’t feel right, step back. They will respond.
In the vast majority of cases, there will be a number of steps before physical touching takes place. So, a number of opportunities to decide if you want to take it further. A common sequence is: 1. prolonged eye contact, 2. Eye contact while rubbing crotch 3. Walk closer to each other 4. Look at each other more closely. 5. Use of a lighter or phone to illuminate face/body (some care about this step when in the dark, some don't) 6. Physical touching begins. At any time cruisers should feel free to walk away, for whatever reason.
If you're bottoming, let your top know if you're open to other tops joining in. A good top will help keep others away, if that's what you want. Or you can decide on a case by case basis. But again, if you're in an active cruising location, it's almost impossible to control who is watching or who will attempt to connect with you. Also, phone cameras are becoming more common in public cruising spaces, so anonymize yourself if you're concerned with having your cruising experiences shared without your consent.
—Thesis guy, thorough as ever.
Let’s name what we need to stay safe from:
From being caught by police. This is rare, but apparently it still happens, or it did until recently. If someone give you cop vibes, avoid them. (Great advice for life.)
From being caught in the act by a straight person. This one isn’t so dangerous, and the possibility of it is truly part of the thrill. But it’s also something we want to avoid. Stay alert and aware of your surroundings. When you find a partner you want to play with, walk together until you find a quiet, sheltered place. Most straight people, if they catch you, will just walk briskly in the other direction.
From being hurt by each other. I don’t find queer people especially violent. In my experience, most of this harm happens when a top-ish person is fucking or face-fucking a bottom-ish person too aggressively. The sad thing is, they think this is how they’re supposed to be fucking, thanks to porn and rape culture. It’s up to you, in this life, to protect your own body. Speak up. Say no when it feels painful. Back away from people who don’t treat your body with reverence.
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Sometimes it is hard to read the room with this. Especially where entrapment is still a thing. But body language, expression of the other person. If you feel unsure, look for other cruisers. If you have an odd feeling, trust it. There is always another horny person out there whose vibe is in sync w/you
Not everyone wants to chat/enjoys hearing “what are you into? “ So verbal confirmation isnt a given. Start slow and learn to read the signs, keep aware of your surroundings.
I grew up in a big American city, was mugged at gunpoint. It taught me to be more aware
Oh…and about police
Canvas the spot before getting busy, know how to get out in alternate ways
— a big, handsome white man who I met at the cruising park in Montreal while he was engaged in his primary activity there, collecting four leaf clovers. I love queer people.
I love this advice from one furry little fucker who cruises regularly:
“Be animal. Don’t talk. Keep your intentions first and protect them.”
I love this advice too, how some pieces contradict others. For me, it boils down to this: be fucking sweet to each other and take immaculate care of yourself.
Respect for everyone. Respect for self.
So, here’s something fun.
The photographer Christopher Sherman and I are going to host a little get-together at a Toronto cruising ground (either Hanlan’s Beach or the frolicking trails near Cherry Beach—stay tuned for details). You are invited to come join us! Maybe you’re brand new to cruising and you want to hang with me a bit, following me on the trails to see how I do it. Maybe you love cruising and you want to meet up with other pervs who love it too, make a new friend or meet a new lover. Or maybe you’re a complete show-off or a proud slut and you want to have your portrait taken by Christopher while you’re doing your thing in the forest. Sounds hot to me.
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Would love to see and read more about the man with the long hair, playing the ukelele… seems like he has a story