The Life and Times of Totally Tyler

Click here to read Part One. We had worked up quite an appetite so after I paid for my skinny-bitch jeans, Kristoff suggested we have dinner at the Candle Cafe in the Upper East Side. I was craving a bacon cheeseburger so you can imagine my horror when I opened the menu to discover nothing [...]

I don’t know what’s wrong with my groin area lately but I’ve somehow ripped a hole in the crotch of nearly every pair of jeans that I own. I was teaching Kristoff a dance move from Lady Gaga’s Alejandro video when I heard a pop and felt a sudden rush of cool air on my [...]

On a recent Friday night in New York City, four single gay men noshed on salads and gossip at HK in Hell’s Kitchen. It wasn’t long before we began giggling and speaking in hush-tones about our favorite topic: sex.

While walking along 8th Avenue in Chelsea, Phillip reached into his Marc Jacobs bag and pulled out what looked like a small fox and put it on his head. It was a fur hat, reminiscent of Dr. Zhivago. I laughed. “Are you serious?”

Lola and I were waiting for the elevator in the lobby of my building when I heard someone in the throes of ecstasy. “Oh, yeah, give it to me, right there, yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh, that’s right, oh daddy, yeah, harder.”