Now, many years later, the app that pushed me to explore my sexuality is giving me the opportunity to do the same for others and, honestly, I couldn’t be more thrilled. So one night after a few too many vodka-Gatorades (don’t judge), I created a Grindr profile, complete with one-just one-photo of my headless torso, as most questioning men in the suburbs do. I mean, I thought I was gay, but I’d never dated or been intimate with a man before.
