When you think about good sex you picture how hot and steamy two people together can be. You picture the intimacy, the magnetism, the spontaneity driving the moment forward. When I think about sex as a gay male with disabilities—a wheelchair-user, a man living with spastic quadriplegic cerebral palsy that causes my muscles to twist, turn, and contort in on themselves—the fantasy only lasts a second before reality hits. Then I start to think about all that has to be done in preparation of that moment.
I'm in a wheelchair, I'm queer and I'm still a real man
The Best Sex I Ever Had as a Disabled Gay Man
It's rare for me to go. I'm more of a Cinderfella, likely to sit at home and binge on Netflix, only wishing for a chance to hobnob with hotties. I wasn't going to let the chance pass. I knew one thing: I had to play the part of the hypermasculine "dudebro. Flat-brimmed snapback baseball cap, perfectly tilted to the left side. Plain white tank top that highlighted my well-built arms, highlighting two distinctive tattoos on each bicep. Loose-fitting sweats.