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The Global Glory Hole

Mark Simpson on the enduring allure of anonymous sex in an age of gay marriage and ‘anti-social networking‘ I was sixteen when saw my first glory hole. Or rather, saw my first filled glory hole. It was in Harrogate, North Yorkshire, a public-spirited, snobbish spa town well-served by shiny Victorian lavatories.… Read More »The Global Glory Hole

I Want Your Sex: Why the Press Can’t Leave George Michael’s Manhood Alone

Why are the gentlemen of the popular press so interested in George Michael’s manhood? Why won’t they leave it alone? In 1998, after stalking him for years, in a painful pincer movement with Beverly Hills Police Department’s finest, they finally succeeded in catching him short in a men’s toilet. Now… Read More »I Want Your Sex: Why the Press Can’t Leave George Michael’s Manhood Alone

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