Once you've decided to use a gay dating or hookup app it can be tough to figure out which ones to use. Typically, most guys ask their friends or do a little bit of research. The problem with getting advice from friends or online critiques is that they basically amount to anecdotes.
I'm not sure if I am thinking old school that this type of lifestyle is somewhat concerning or are these online Casanova's just all futurists and pioneering the world of dating, sex and relationships for the future?
I was tentative about saying the "L word;" it was a big step for me -- especially considering that Lucas and I had never actually met. In person, that is. The Internet has, indeed, made the world a very small place.
As I've observed my own behaviors and those of my peers, friends, and acquaintances, I've become increasingly certain that the gay community is no longer a true community at all but a hierarchy of cliques and labels.
1: Send out random photos of their a**hole. I'll admit it: I'm a butt guy. I can look at gorgeous rear ends all day, and anyone who wants to send me a photo of their perky bottom has my blessing. But a butthole?
Never flirt with another guy when you're on a dinner date. It's rude and tacky and reinforces the stereotype that gay men are pigs. Do the respectable thing and follow him into the bathroom for a quickie when your date's ordering dessert or paying the check.
I consulted lifestyle and product photographer Andrew Giammarco. Andrew has shot underwear models for Amazon.com, MISTER models and porn stars for Falcon Studios. When it comes to shooting great profile photos, Andrew knows what works and what doesn't.
When my team set out to find the bitchiest app profiles, we noticed a pattern: The successfully bitchy profiles were either arrogant or condescending. If you want to make our list next year, here's a step-by-step guide to turning out a bitchy profile worthy of admiration.
If your GrindR profile appears on most of those other sites, you can bet your headless pic they're making fun of you. If you appear on our site, you can bet your shirtless shot that we've paid you a compliment.
When I wrote my memoir, I included a reference to the exhibitionist who would stalk me as I walked my dogs. At first it was funny; then it became creepy. But his appearances are now less frequent. At first I was puzzled about the change. Then it dawned on me: Grindr had saved my neighborhood.