Journal Entry #2

By Austin B. Hahn

I love gay men! They are so creative with sex, and they have such a fun attitude about it. Over the years, I have written several ads on Craigslist and on adventurous, but risqué sites such as Adam4Adam. As a tribute to the frivolity, vivacity, and wit of gay men, here are some of my attention-grabbing, yet-oh-so-hard-not-to-respond-to ads.


Headline: Straight up whore!

Alright bitches, let’s be honest: this is Adam4Adam. It’s a hookup site, so l’m not going to deceive you into thinking that I’m looking for “love,” but if you are looking for a good fuck buddy, well then you might want to consider me as a gift from baby Jesus. Although you may not be religious, you might start calling out his name when you meet me. 😉 If you’re interested, hit me up.

Profession: Professional cock sucker

Craigslist (around Christmas time):

Headline: I’ve been a good ho, ho, ho

Dear Santa,

I’ve been very good this year, and I would like you to cum down my chimney, but if I’ve been too good, I can always be naughtier!


Headline: Wanted: DICK

I have tried calling 1-800-Dick, and they were out. I even tried shopping at Dicks for Less, and they were out too. When I asked the clerk, she told me, “You could try Angie’s List, but she’s miss goody-two-shoes, so I would recommend Craig’s List. He’s a whore.”

Gentlemen, if you know where I could find some, I’m open to suggestions now.

Free HIV and STD Testing for MSM

By Austin B. Hahn

In Washington state, the Department of Health funds confidential and free HIV and STD testing for men who have sex with men (MSM) with risk at Snohomish Health District. They are located at 3020 Rucker Avenue in Everett. Come to the 2nd floor, room 208, and use the black phone to call their program. 90-minute free parking on the street or dedicated lot behind their building by the blue awning. To schedule an appointment, call: (425) 339-5200.

Tips for Gay Men

By Austin B. Hahn

Dating and hooking up online in the gay world can be … well, scary, (especially when you meet a guy in person, and then he tells you that his profile picture was taken back in 2005.) I’ve had some frightening experiences as a gay man myself, and, over the years, here’s what I have learned about the dos and don’ts when meeting a guy for the first time whether it’s date night or just a fling:


  • Get to know him. That’s right. Take your time to get to know him before jumping in his pants, or else you might just get to know his crabs instead.
  • If you hook up at his place, leave your wallet in your pocket. Keep your wallet in your coat or pant pocket, and don’t make it accessible by leaving it out on a coffee table or a night stand. He could steal from you when you’re using his shower after hooking up or leaving the bedroom to go get a glass of water. Be vigilant.
  • Meet over coffee before hooking up or spending $$$ on a date.This saves you from getting into an uncomfortable situation in case you’re disappointed that his physical appearance doesn’t match his picture(s) online (or Grindr.) I cannot begin to tell you how many bitches are friends with Photo Shop. She must have more gay friends than Elizabeth Taylor and Judy Garland had combined!
  • Tell a friend where you’re going. Make sure you get a face picture and the address where you’re meeting him, and text them to a friend. If he ends up being a total psycho, and you go missing, you can be sure that his picture will be popular with the police, and if he’s really lucky … it will land up on the six o’clock news. *If he does not look like his online picture at all, GET OUT OF THERE!
  • When the time comes, talk to him about sex. Find out what his stance is on safe sex. You would be surprised to learn how many gay men don’t discuss this, and then when they get to the bedroom, one ends up wanting to bareback, and the other wants to use protection.


  • Depend on him for condoms and lube. You do not want to be the victim of stealthing. Stealthing occurs when someone uses deceptive methods to engage in unsafe sex without the other party’s knowledge. This can be done numerous ways: poking a hole in the condom with a pin, switching a condom out in the middle of sex for one with a cut off tip, or tempering with a condom by exposing it to extreme temperatures so it breaks down during anal intercourse. Bring your own condoms and lube to ensure your safety.
  • Engage in unprotected sex with someone you don’t know. Some guys lie about their sexual health. They don’t care about you; they just want to get off. Other times, someone who may have been recently infected with an STI or an STD may not even know it. Better to be safe than sorry.
  • Rely on him for transportation. Make sure that you have someone who can pick you up or that public transportation is still operating afteryour date or hookup is over. If he throws you out of his place or the date doesn’t go well, you won’t be stranded out in the middle of nowhere or walking for hours to get home.
  • Send him nudes. Unless you’re confident that you’ll never see him again, or he can’t ruin your career, don’t send him naked photos of yourself that he can use later to blackmail you.
  • Turn your face away from him during sex. If you’re not too familiar with the guy, stay in a position where you two can face each other. This way, you’re able to see what he’s doing, and he’ll be less likely to have a chance to take the condom off without you noticing.

July 18th, 2015

By Austin B. Hahn

Dear Journal:

Fuck the gym! I decided to skip it and have sweets for dinner. Marie Antoinette once said, “Let them eat cake,” so I did. Besides, why am I staying in shape . . . so I can get good dick? Ha! I’m afraid that’s about as scarce as a good politician in this country. I’m so fuckin’ tired of looking good and some tired-ass-old bozo messages me on Grindr. Sometimes I don’t understand men. They want a hot piece of ass, but some of them don’t even have a good dick, so they try to compensate for it by driving a big truck.

The ones who really piss me off are the hypocrites. They’re the ones who want someone good-looking, but they themselves look like shit. When some guys message me, I just want to reply, “Have you ever thought about asking yourself this: would you fuck you? If the answer is no, then please do not send me a message, or come back to me after you’ve been consistently going to the gym three to four times a week for about a month and a half.”

This one goes to any woman who is reading this right now: raise your sexpectations! Do not let Tubby McTubbertin be your bare minimum standard of what a man should look like to you. Men are not supposed to have phantom babies. Ladies, you shave your legs, wear makeup, wax your pussies, and you don’t complain. The least he can do is go to the fuckin’ gym, and if he has money, then he can afford to fix himself up.

Anyway, I’m not done complaining.

I was recently at a wedding, which was awful to say the least. No one there was polite enough to ask, “Hey, Austin, so tell me your story about how you fingered someone in a taxi cab?” so, while I was there, I never once said, “Gee, thank you for asking.” My conversations didn’t expand beyond the dull question, “How are you?” which I can’t stand, along with several other phrases:

“I’m (nationality). I have a hot temper.”

Why do some people use their ancestry or nationality as an excuse to justify their bitchy behavior? “Oh I’m Irish,” or, “I’m Italian,” or, “I’m Cuban, and when the Cuban gets angry . . .” Hey guess what? I’m a human being, and I don’t give a fuck.

“Bless you.”

How come some people can say to a complete stranger, “Bless you,” but they can’t stick up for someone they don’t know who’s being physically attacked? This colloquialism exposes how insincere the English language is. Bless me? For what? Because I sneezed? It doesn’t make sense. In Spanish they say, “salud,” which, directly translated, means “health.” That makes sense. You’re sneezing. Maybe you have a cold. Maybe you’re falling ill. Who knows? The point is it makes more sense. I’m amazed that people can tell me, “Bless you,” for doing something as frivolous as sneezing, but when I volunteer at a foodbank, I’ll be lucky if anyone even says, “Bye and thanks for your time.”


This word has probably been used more than condoms. “Sorry” has become a social norm to use in everyday conversation in U.S. American culture, but no one means it! “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Bitch, what are you sorry for? There’s even a game called “Sorry!” It’s ridiculous. People in the United States apologize for slamming the door, interrupting someone during a phone conversation, farting in public, belching at the dinner table, and the list goes on. The proper response, in these contexts, would be, “Excuse me.” On the contrary, if they were to get into a dispute with someone, the majority of them would be reluctant to apologize and say, “I was wrong,” because their egos are more important to them. This commonly, overused word also shows how superficial the English language is.

“Live every day as if it were your last.”

I cannot begin to recall how many divorced bitches I have seen who have an expression, such as this one, hanging up on a wall somewhere in their home. I can find the same quote on multiple Facebook and Instagram pages, “Live, Laugh, Love”, for instance, which I find funny because it’s usually posted by people who don’t do any of those things in actual life. What’s more, if everyone were to live each day as if it were their last, the world would be crazy. Would you want to see me twerking my fat ass on top of a table at McDonald’s or getting fucked by a sexy mailman in public? Don’t you tell me you would! Unless you’re a voyeuristic whore, you wouldn’t like to see what I do on casual Friday.

“Have a good one.”

What am I supposed to have that’s good??? A blowjob? A drink? A vacation? Be more specific. If you want to wish me a good day, a nice weekend, or a wonderful vacation, then say so.

“I’m good.”

When I ask someone, “How are you?” I want to know how that person is feeling. Being vague by saying, “I’m good,” tells me absolutely nothing. What is “good” to you? For some, “good” means they’re feeling happy while for others it means they’re as high as the Eiffel Tower. I understand there are certain social situations that require discretion, but if I’m asking how you’re doing, it’s because you’re a friend or a family member, and I care. I don’t ask people I don’t know how they’re feeling, which brings me to my final thoughts . . .

I’m not a car salesman or a pretentious asshole . . . well, at least I try not to be. Since I’m not getting paid to kiss anyone’s ass, I’m not going to pretend to be interested in somebody for the sake of small talk. I’m a passionate person, and I don’t appreciate false statements of well-being. With the exception of detached professionalism and avoiding disclosure in the business world, don’t come to me with your bullshit asking, “How are you?” when you don’t care. It’s annoying, and people rarely like to feel as if they’re talking to a robot. Connect with people by asking something genuine instead, and open yourself up.

We only scratch the surface in artificial conversations. When we share ourselves and we’re receptive to others through listening using non-judgmental body language, we create opportunities to form relationships with people we might’ve been looking for our whole lives. You could be talking with the love of your life, your best friend, your business partner who helps launch your career, or you might learn something from someone you wished you would’ve learned years ago. Take risks in communication. Approach someone with more depth than just, “Hi. How are you?” and you will discover how the power of your everyday communication affects your life.

How to Get Over a Bad Ex-Boyfriend (For Girls and Gays)

By Austin B. Hahn

Honeyyy, are you finding yourself all alone again for the holidays, (like last year?) Well, truth be told: I wouldn’t know what that’s like. HOWEVER, what I can do is offer you my advice, but listen up bitches: this isn’t just another “How to Guide” written by some self-proclaimed dating expert or psychologist, (who the fuck do I look like, Dr. Phil???) This is some plain good ol’, straight up, skip the bullshit advice. If you’re looking for sympathy, you’re better off making an appearance on the Oprah Winfrey Network. I have to warn you: if anyone has already been, is, or is going to be offended, then I suggest that you FUCK OFF. Thank you!

For some people, getting over a boyfriend can be just as hard as getting under one. Fortunately, for hos like me, that’s not difficult. Clingy Claires, Needy Nancys, and Two-Ton Tommys, if you’re missing your ex, here are some steps that you can take to improve your aim:

1) Eat your feelings.

That’s right! Go to the kitchen and find whatever you like that you can get your hands on. No one has ever complained after eating their favorite treat. Bitches from Jenny Craig might say they feel guilty afterwards, but I beg to differ. Just look at Kirstie Alley; when was the last time you ever heard her say “no” to a box of chocolate donuts? You want something to distract you from thinking about your horrible break up??? Then go eat something deep fried, smothered in chocolate, and sprinkled with powdered sugar. I’m sure it tastes better than your ex-boyfriend.

2) Don’t go to bed angry; STAY UP AND PLOT YOUR REVENGE!!!

If there’s any solution to a bad break up with a guy that cheated on you and screwed your best friend, then this is it. First of all, don’t go to your mom’s house, and then write that asshole some piece of shit e-mail about what you “learned” in the relationship. Because boo boo, let’s be honest: the only thing you probably learned was that his mother should’ve swallowed the load when she had the chance. Writing a five-page e-mail is basically giving him a long ass letter of recommendation that he can use as a reference for future dates, and you don’t want that. Instead, try something unorthodox such as: taking one of your friends out at two in the morning and fucking up his car. Jackass players will cross you off their list of potential dates, and the message will become clear to your ex: you shouldn’t have fucked with me!

3) (Ladies) Tell your girlfriends he’s gay.

As unconventional as this step might seem, believe it or not ladies, it actually works. It’s humiliating when someone cheats on you, and you don’t want to have to go through the heartbreak all over again as you explain to your girlfriends what happened. What’s more, chances are that if he cheated on you, he’s likely going to try to bang your best friend. To prevent him from moving on to his next victim, you HAVE to make him undateable. Telling everyone he’s a sore loser, and he’ll never find someone as good as you isn’t conducive to successfully making him undateable. You have to be creative. Say that you caught him in bed with another man, and after discovering his attraction to men, you realized why you two were having “relationship problems.” DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT be bitter when stating this. It’ll become obvious that this is a total bullshit lie, and no one will believe you; however, if you speak calmly and maintain your composure, then your friends will be more likely to believe you. Remember: you’re saving your friends from making the mistake of dating this asshole, so in essence, you’re doing them a favor. After your girlfriends express their sympathy, (i.e. “Oh honey I am sorry to hear that. How awful …” etc.), tell them that everything is okay, and there’s no resentment between you two, even though there might be, and that it was probably just as hard for him to deal with his sexuality. Make it a point to your girlfriends that you’re one of the few people who know, and you don’t want them to say anything to him. This will surely make him undateable. He’ll be as unwanted as Tommy Lee’s STDs.

4) Go out and bang someone else!

There. I flat out said it. Be a ho! Get a little 50 shades. It’s time to get rid of those cob webs between your legs. (Gays . . . for some of you this might mean reinstalling Grindr on your iPhone.) No one ever told you, “I regret that orgasm.” There are plenty of people in the world, and you’ll never be as young as you are now, so don’t wait to have fun until you’re in a stale – I mean stable – relationship with someone at sixty years old when everything begins to hang like a slinky.

5) Once you’ve done all of the aforementioned things . . . go on a date.

Forget about being a monument to your ex-boyfriend. Let that disgusting old guy with lots of money take you out on a date. You have probably already been with a good-looking, young, broke guy while watching a Netflix movie on his laptop in his apartment, so try something different. Besides, I’m sure an older man will be more attentive to you, (considering the likelihood that he hasn’t been on a date in over thirty years.) Since you’re getting back into the dating scene, here are some helpful tips:

  1. Don’t forget to talk in a whispery, sultry voice. Men like that shit. You could say, “I have to go take a dump . . . I’ll be right back,” and, as long as you’re talking in that sexy voice, he would go nuts over you!
  2. (Ladies) Keep the boobies out. A man doesn’t want to see your “good” credit score, bachelor’s degree, or hear about the book club that you belong to. Half of what you say will go over his head, and then during the other half, while he’s listening to you, he’ll be thinking, “God damn her breasts look great!”

III. (Gays) Wear tight clothing that shows off that ripped chest and firm ass. Leave something for the imagination, without showing off too much, and keep him wondering what his money can get him.

Take these tips, and you’ll earn a second date. Think like Anna Nicole Smith, who married billionaire J. Howard Marshall II when he was eighty-nine years old: the more you entice him, the closer you’ll get to his bank account.

6) Acknowledge that you have been hurt and move on.

As the cliché goes: men are pigs. Fuck them (and not in the good way!)

You might have had a relationship with a boy who was shittier than the Parisian sewers so that you could appreciate, when the time comes, what a good man feels like. When you go through an experience, understanding why it’s happening can be difficult as you’re living it in the present moment. Recognizing its purpose is easier when you look back on it.

Some people come into your life as transient spiritual workers, then leave a tiny footprint on your heart as they walk on by, and you’re never the same. Others are like a thorn in your ass that you got from running into a rose bush. Either way everyone is a teacher.

On a final note, you have to let go of the fear of being hurt again so that you can start living the better life that you envisioned for yourself yesterday. If you don’t, then you’ll never get to the final chapters of your love story. Besides, you never know where you’ll meet a man who synchronizes with the rhythm of your soul, so keep an open heart. Who knows . . . he might just be on that subway you’re getting on tomorrow morning.