Author: John Jodzio

Last week, I made out with two men — a butcher and a singer in a Zeppelin cover band. The butcher smelled like meat, like he should have, but the singer smelled way too good, not smoky or dusty like I wanted. “Why do you keep sniffing me?” he asked. The singer was wearing leather…

I only have sex with ladies named Jean because my name is Gene and because while I certainly love to hear my name being yelled out during sex, I also think it is dope to call out my own name while I fuck. Gene, Gene, Gene, oh, oh, oh, I usually yell. Yesterday I yelled…