The Cruising Diaries is a collection of writer/musician Brontez Purnell's various sexual follies and misadventures around '00s Oakland. Taco truck blowjobs, 'shrooms, Santa - everything you could want from an illustrated sex memoir and much, much more.
Brontez Purnell is an Oakland-based writer, musician, dancer, and director. He is the author of several books, including Since I Laid My Burden Down, and the zine Fag School; frontman for the punk band The Younger Lovers; and founder of the Brontez Purnell Dance Company.
My husband: What are you reading? Mari: Brontez Purnell's new book. OMG. Husband: Oh, that guy from Sister Spit? Excellent! What's the book about? Mari: It's like KISS & TELL, but utterly RAUNCHY. *I then proceed to read half the book out loud, laughing my ass off.*
I was warned. I still wasn’t ready. “Anti-erotic sexual experiences” seemed confusing, even contradictory, and as such made me incredibly curious. But it wasn’t a challenge to witness the naked birth of this new genre laid bare - it boldly and vociferously announced itself as a clear-visioned new genre from the first vignette. Yep anti-erotic sexual experiences is very much ‘a thing’ that Purnell created and perfected. I laughed and I grimaced - I fidgeted uncomfortably with the pages, and I may have thought - or maybe even said - “bless his heart” quite a few times. It’s like a journalistic exposé worthy of covering messy sexual encounters - sans the unnecessary punditry or pageantry or pleasantries, for that matter. I feel like I’ve unlocked a tool with which to write about and imagine sexual encounters and experiences. My first book purchased at a comic book store and I appreciate - as am simultaneously confused by - the bookkeeper who recommended this to me. Thank you, nonetheless, for it was an experience. It’s not the size of the book that matters; or rather, don’t judge a book by its size. That lesson has been learned.
I think there is an expanded edition. Whatever. If you like funny, sexy short stories about sexual encounters of the homosexual variety, this is fucking funny.
nope i'm sorry i read this in one sitting. not a competition but this was the best bday gift i got this year <3 a romp for sure, and obvi so fun to read about places i know
It's gross in all the right ways. Purcell is a total icon, hilarious and expressive in his writing, living and amplifying the (disgusting) gay dream. If i had this kind of lifestyle, I'd probably die young and happy, and would carry anti-bacterial wipes with me everywhere until I keeled over from being punched out by some dude for trying to sanitise his fingers or something. The things I'm missing out on...!
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2024 edit: re-reading this a year or so later, on a Sunday of all days, while im waiting for my whites to finish spinning in the washer, while on medication that is giving me annoying stomach trouble, which I'm taking as a preventative measure because an encounter with an S-tier cutie took an unexpected and unspoken turn while I wasn't looking, I can't help but wonder about the ethics of publishing a list of your messiest sexual encounters in a comic like this. I mean, I'm not specifically talking about Purnell and the bath house regulars and all that, I suppose, where guys sort of become invisible and blend together, and they were high anyway and probably don't remember you, but rather on again off again germaphobic artists like me with a milder sexual history that can't become disguised within itself from sheer volume. I could never publish a comic like this. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night. I would probably need to take up drugs and sleep with twenty more guys before it wouldn't feel like a personal attack on anyone to write about them, and even then, I'd be afraid it'd get back to the person in question and hurt their feelings. Yikes! What does this have to do with anything? I don't know, pal. I'm on my own today (for the best, really) and I don't have anyone to talk to (for the best, probably). This is the best way I can think of to pass the time.
Anyway, last time I 'reviewed' this comic, I said I recommend it to everyone. Presently, I think I only recommend it to sickos, or people who think one day they could maybe handle being a sicko. Personally, I can be a sicko for like an evening at a time - I've wound up in some weird places doing some freaky things - but by the next day I usually want to take a shower and eat a vegetable and grab a couple of months of fixed routine before I inevitably get bored again and go on a night out like a fine-tuned regret seeking missile. So really, I'm a poser. A poser who will never publish a sex diary.
Howling, hilarious, homo-anti-erotica from the real life experiences of the author. Reminds me of the bad-old days of Lisa Suckdog Carver's "Rollerderby" zine.