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So I'm browsing through Lost Property and I run into not only The Jigger Shop but stories of the Lawrenceville I knew so well, some fifty years back, back there in the darkness of our mutual juvenile experience: Lawrenceville was where I met my first full-blooded anti-Semites.

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Blond, rich, athletic, Southern boys, with beautiful manners and excellent clothes, and masters with English accents. Southern boys, tough, arrogant except for one southern boy who got roughed up because he said "Y'all" and "Over yonder" and didn't know how to swagger, or to act manly enough. Within a month, my southern accent was gone.

But not the shakes. Sonnenberg remembers the terror: There was a danger, however. Lawrenceville let us say jigaboo, but it also let us get beaten up. For being found in another boy's house.

For wearing the wrong colored tie. Apprised to these "punishments" in advance, the masters stayed out of the way. At last, I think.

I've found someone who wandered the same path as I did. One who will tell my tale as his own. I have found my Boswell.

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Or at least my J. When I was hiding in my room, deep in the mysteries of morbid self-abuse, Sonnenberg "paid the boys I had sex with in cash and I paid protection of a sort by lending out the pornographic books I'd brought back with me from Paris Samuel, meet William. Ted, meet Ben. Me: meet the old stone wall. What he said was, Yes, they don't give a fuck, and a hoor who was sitting at the bar with them said, Neither do I?

The luck of the draw. On one side, an introverted neurotic expatriate, struggling with the futility of it all; and just down the block is this guy who hops over to Berlin to spend the weekend the weekend with Glenn Gould the famous eccentric Glenn Gould , and then, he tells us, while reading Henry Charles Lea's History of the Inquisition of the Middle Ages, happens to run into the rich, elegant Sabina whom he immediately shacks up with. I am in a noisy cantina getting morbidly drunk with the local fishermen and that son-of-a-bitch is hanging about with the likes of Melvin Lasky of Encounter Magazine , tippling with Kenneth Tynan, telling jokes telling jokes to Samuel Beckett.

And when, after a year, I finally find love, Sonnenberg is having passionate trysts with Siriol who "had been to Oxford; Somerville College, I think.


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Yes, we were checking that girl out. No, you don't want to meet her parents. Life was simple, until fate brought me back together with Jessie. My best friend's younger sister, who I just happened to have the hottest one night stand of my life with four years ago.

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Who calls me at 3 AM to get bailed out of jail. And who can never find out who I really am. A long, sexy weekend. This is your Bad Boy, signing off.

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Purchase Links. Chapter 1. Shirt on the floor, kicking my shoes off, down to my underwear. I go into the bathroom and splash some water on my face, glaring at myself in the mirror.

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I boot up my laptop and sit on the edge of the bed while I wait, taking out the candles my female fans love and lighting them so they cast an incandescent hue over my body, the lines of my chest coming alive in the flickering black shadows. But something brings me back, something deep inside of me. Again and again though, whatever it is still compels me to sit here, stare into that lens, and talk. The part where there are no boundaries, no rules.

Where I can tap into the deepest, darkest part of what it means to be a man, to lust and to hunt and to conquer.

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All amid the liberating joy of anonymity. I set the angle right with focused precision, just below my mouth, nothing visible in the frame but my chiseled torso, the waistband of my Calvin Kleins, and the blank wall behind me, and then I press record. Bringing you more illicit confessions from the steamy shadows, tales of torn panties and roving tongues.