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Is 52 y/o too vintage for you? Milton wrote in response to my Craigslist ad. I’m 6’2, 200lbs, run on treadmill 3x/week. I’m a kind guy looking for feasible ongoing.
There was something about the simplicity of his message that made him stand out amongst the others. He admitted that he was married with kids and so discretion was critical for him, which I posthaste learned was common on the site. To be honest, I was apprehensive about using Craigslist personals not only because a large number of users were closeted, but also because I heard horror stories about murderers using the site to lure victims. But I was still curious about the potential to meet recent people, so I decided to check it out.
I find cruising on Craigslist is a lot enjoy fishing. You put your bait on the get together — which is a picture of my torso and cock — and you throw it into the pond of famished fish with the intention of catching your preferred species. For me, that was an older, taller guy with big arms for no strings attached (NSA) fun. Within an hour of casting my line, my inbox was flooded with messages from hungry fish.
As I went through them, it seemed like many of the men who us
I Emailed All 1,342 of the Men I Encountered on Craigslist M4M
I was an early enthusiast of the Craigslist M4M personals section when it arrived in New York Municipality in the early aughts. I’d recently broken up with my college boyfriend — the only man I’d ever had sex with — and was eager to expand my horizons (anonymously, of course). I was still mostly closeted, clinging to the scraps of my fleeting heterosexuality and looking for someone similar — ideally a college lacrosse player home on summer break, which is why I marketed myself as a “straight preppy jock who NEVER does this.”
It definitely worked. Within minutes, my inbox would be peppered with a half dozen Dave Matthews fans — likewise claiming to be “totally straight” — lining up to deepthroat my Dancing Nancy.
Nor did it take long for the practice of posting, proofreading and occasionally meeting guys to devolve into a compulsion — thanks in part to a burgeoning coke behavior. I manically enveloped myself in Craig’s lowercase royal blue Times New Roman font — and honed my resourceful writing chops in the process — by suggesting elaborate role-play scenarios. For instance: “Step brothers with wandering hands are forced to give a
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So I've posted to Doublelist and Sniffies. Right now it seems appreciate all the tops love me are chomping at the bit to acquire laid - the tables are turned, bottoms! My post was clear I was looking for a total bottom and that I'm not vers. There are lots of guys who want a guy like me. Unfortunately the ones who replied are all on the other side of town. I got hammered with replies from CDs.
But I met up with a guy yesterday who claimed to be a bottom. He grossly misrepresented himself. He was in probably Morning 3 of his most recent meth binge (my post said "no drugs"). He was dirty (my post specified that you should bathe), reeking of b.o. and cigarettes and bad breath.
He wanted me to suck his cock - which was peculiarly already hard when I walked in the door, and never once went down while I was there (which wasn't long) - I declined to suck him, as I'm one of those tops who doesn't suck dick. He had a gentle house, but he took us to play inside this odd tiny massage room, about the size of a walk-in closet. There was no place to sit or lie down. The massage table was wobbly and wouldn't be able to support us if we were to get busy. It dawned on me I was confined to this
Craigslist Personals Gave Gay Men a Place Where They Didn't Have to Notice Alone
When people ask where I'm from, I narrate them I grew up in rural New Hampshire. “Rural New Hampshire” is the sort of redundancy I thought I’d hold stopped using after all these years, but it still seems apt. I was alone and same-sex attracted in a conservative religious house—no gay bars, no gay people that I knew of for miles. At 17, I had no point of connection to my own gayness.
I can’t say Craigslist saved me from anything. That would be easy, and frankly, inaccurate. And while I understand the Personals section was shuttered in response to the channel of FOSTA—a bill meant to inhibit and preserve people from sex trafficking—it still means saying goodbye to the place I learned to acknowledge, and start to love, my sexuality.
On those nights, the world a vacant queerless space, I would tiptoe down the wooden staircase, pausing every scant seconds to be sure I didn’t wake my parents, and turn on the computer. Lowering the brightness to keep the glow from escaping the room, I would see, and I would desire. Click, click, click. Men seeking men. I wanted so badly to mail a signal: Is anybody there?
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