Tis this season of slowly losing our minds. I, for one, am not a fan of the holiday season. I feel perpetually stressed and don’t enjoy seeing the funds in my bank account slowly dwindle as I purchase flights, gifts, and a copious amount of whiskey and apple cider for hot toddies. It’s colder than a witch’s tit, and all my skin conditions flare up. I’m like a garlic clove when you peel it, flaking everywhere, and no amount of prescription shampoos seems to help.
But perhaps, I can make this holiday season a little bit easier by getting one thing off your plate: a gift for that perpetually horny friend, family member, or enemy.
Exciting news that I’m dropping a LITTLE prematurely, but I’m elated to announce that starting in 2025, I will be writing, accepting, and publishing fiction erotica (alongside non-fiction and my ~hot~ takes on modern sex and relationships). More on this to cum.
Please, please consider gifting! It’s $69 for the year, $5.75 a month. I would love to reach a place where I no longer need to write articles like “How to Put on a Condom” and “Here are the Best Five Lubes for Anal Sex.” I want to be able to dedicate more time to building up this zine and giving you the best, horniest, most outrageous spank bank material possible.
If $69 is a little out of your price range, consider purchasing a copy of my book, Boyslut: A Memoir and Manifesto, as a gift instead.
Help make a Boyslut’s dream come true this holiday season.
Xoxo,
Zachary Zane