Have A Horny Day

This horny newsletter is celebrating sexual diversity, differing desires, relationship structures, and individual choices based on respect and consent. Sexuality is an important part of being human. This newsletter is best read with an open mind and open heart.

Have A Horny Day. 
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Horny Newsletter Issue Thirteen:
How To Host A Naked House Party

The birthday party has always held monumental importance in my life. From a young age, my mother and father created birthday magic with the minimal means they had — homemade cakes, themed party games, and out-of-this-world loot bags filled to the brim with unique treats. In my mind, my mother was the Martha Stewart of birthday parties. As I grew older, I carried this spirit with me, throwing a birthday celebration for each spin around the sun—each one distinct and unique to that moment in time.

Sometimes those celebrations were catered by the local McDonald’s, 100 cheese burgers paired with champagne towers; other times, I’d hire local strippers to dance the night away atop Donald Judd-style wood boxes. In my mid thirties, I realized that the bottle and I were no longer friends. My life had taken a more spiritual turn. The question of “Who am I?” kept bubbling to the surface, and I found little satisfaction in chasing the dreams handed to me by society. I needed a fortieth birthday that represented this new chapter in my life—and that’s when I decided to throw a naked birthday house party.

To be clear, I didn’t invent the concept of a naked house party, but I certainly took it, claimed it, and made it my own. During my final year in my thirties, a sex-positive spiritual mentor and friend named Braden Alexander was traveling across Canada, throwing naked queer artist parties. In each province, he’d ask a local artist to host—some wild, some tame, all decidedly nude. When he asked if he could host one at my place in Toronto, I thought, why the hell not? Always eager to push my comfort zone until it snaps back like a resilient rubber band.

The naked queer artist house party turned out to be a truly eye-opening experience that challenged many norms I had previously set as my party boundaries. Notice I haven’t called it an orgy—it wasn’t. It was a regular house party with chips, dips, beers, and queers, filled with conversations and some casual canoodling. The evening promised relaxed horiness, but more importantly, it provided space for me to confront many of my own fears surrounding my naked body, mind, and sexuality.

The naked house party was so transformative that I decided to share the experience with 40 of my closest friends on my 40th birthday. The invitation read, “Have a Naked Horny Night: A Celebration of 40 Spins Around the Sun,” and I sent it to 50 recipients, knowing the RSVP drop-off would be steep. 

The replies came back fast and furious: “Is this a real naked party?” “Can I wear my underwear?”, “What happens if I get a boner?” and “Is it BYOB—bring your own boner?”. The wheels were in motion for my naked 40th birthday extravaganza!

You’re probably wondering how to cater a naked house party, right? I’m glad you asked! I called my mom for any catering tips or tricks. Her concerned advice focused on dips—she warned I should only serve those on high countertop surfaces, fearing someone’s dick might drag across them if placed on a lower coffee table. It was in that moment I decided this was going to be a dip-free party. 

The night of the party, everyone arrived around 8 PM with clear instructions: clothing was coming off at 9 PM. Braden was back to lead my 40th naked celebration, just as he had with the first naked gathering.

At 9 PM, the forty-six naked dear friends gathered in my living room for a brief meditation to help shake off nervous fears and bring everyone back into their bodies and the present moment. We went around the room introducing ourselves and sharing our reasons for attending the naked night. A naked night can sound very horny in theory, but the truth is that facing one’s fear of being naked in front of others you know was a common theme expressed that evening. Only by embracing this truth can real trust—and perhaps some horniness—begin to blossom.

As for nudity, the undressing strategy worked like a charm—anxiety? What anxiety? Braden commandeered the music speaker, unleashing a barrage of pop hits that couldn’t be further from sexy but very fun. When he hit pause, it was like a risqué game of musical chairs: your choices were simple—strip a piece of your clothing or flirtively ask the person beside you if you could help them remove a piece of clothing - that piece was up to the wearer.

In a flash, our apprehensions about undressing melted away, replaced by horny thoughts—like offering a helping horny hand to someone else. Madonna, Aqua, Britney, Missy Elliot—they kept playing and pausing in a relentless loop until, finally, forty six strangers were entirely nude, facing their fears side by side in a room bursting with boldness, laughter and skin. 

The experience I wanted everyone to embrace that night was the recognition of our imagined fears surrounding the naked body—every beautifully unique body, regardless of shape, size, or skin colour. The moment was not just about physical nudity but also emotional exposure. It encouraged vulnerability, and in this raw state, connections deepened. 

And was it a horny night? Yes, but perhaps not in the ways you might think. The evening was rooted in human connection and kindness, creating space for us to exist freely—much like a nude beach or sauna. You could sit back with a beer, puff on a joint, and engage in easy-going conversations, but you could also sneak away for a moment of intimacy in a darker corner of the house. This kind of activity isn’t exclusive to naked parties; I’ve seen plenty of clothed partygoers sneak in a little nookie in a dimly lit corner.

With laughter and lightness leading the night, friendships deepened, and egos softened. As people became more comfortable, they began to share insights about their feelings surrounding body image and sexuality. Many discovered how powerful it was to embrace their vulnerabilities, whether it was through the act of simply being nude or expressing desires they had kept hidden for far too long. Naked and exposed, we created an atmosphere that felt sacred, with meaningful conversations flowing as freely as the drinks.

Throughout the evening, I watched as people embraced their authenticity. It was heartwarming and joyous to see friends connecting on levels they may not have felt comfortable exploring before. The energy in the room shifted from nervousness to celebration, creating a bubble of acceptance and love that surrounded us all. I truly felt that we were all partaking in something greater—offering the gift of acceptance to one another in our vulnerable states.

In the midst of it all, I realized that this naked birthday party was not merely about stripping away clothes—it was about shedding societal expectations and the layers of shame we often carry. It was about breaking free from the constraints that keep us from living our fullest, most authentic lives. By facing our fears collectively, we empowered one another to embrace our bodies and desires without judgment. 

After the party, I heard from numerous friends who revealed how the experience reshaped their relationship with their bodies—and themselves. They spoke of newfound liberation, joy, and the realization that the shame tied to nudity and sexuality isn’t invincible. Many had also found new lovers. That moment confirmed my initial goal: I had helped others tear down the stigma, encouraging them to embrace their bodies and desires with fearless authenticity.

What I learned from this experience was invaluable: facing our biggest fears can transform our lives in unexpected ways. If I can confront what scares me, I can undoubtedly tackle the next thousand fears that come my way. Celebrations like this illuminate the beauty of human connection—the realization that we don’t have to go through life feeling alone in our insecurities. 

As I approached each new decade, I found that my relationships deepened and grew richer because I was unafraid to invite others into my process. I encourage you all to embrace your own celebrations—whether clothed or naked, grand or humble, horny or not. Share your truths, explore your limits, and discover the joy that comes from opening yourself up to new experiences. 

In the end, it’s not just about throwing a party; it’s about creating a space where everyone feels valued, appreciated, and celebrated. So go ahead—push your boundaries, ignite your spirit, and don’t shy away from the beauty of vulnerability. Your own naked journey is waiting, and who knows? It might just lead to a world where true connection and acceptance flourish in the most delightful, and horny ways.

Have A Horny Day.
Love you.

Christopher Sherman
Instagram @hichristophers

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The Horny Podcast. A Horny Sex Positive Interview Hosted by Christopher Sherman.

Welcome to The Horny Podcast, the horniest, most unapologetically horny podcast in the world! Each episode, Christopher Sherman dives deep into the wild, wonderful, and super horny minds of extraordinary guests, asking 69 irresistibly horny questions that will make you blush, laugh, and very horny. You never know what horny thing you'll hear or learn — it's a wild ride of horniness, honesty, and unfiltered fun. The podcast is an exclusive, steamy little secret available only at HaveAHornyDay.com.

This is episode 6 of The Horny Podcast, featuring the fabulous trans artist and star, Vivek Shraya. Prepare to get hornily inspired, hornily curious, and hornily entertained as Vivek shares their journey, artistry, and horny insights in a way only Vivek can.

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Sexy Pictures Online
Written by Lukas Brull

I completely recognize that posting a sexy picture online isn’t inherently radical, but for me, on a personal level, it still feels like it is. It’s something that makes me egrigiously horny (and nervous). 

Sometimes it happens out of muscle memory. When I was 20 and entering the gay community, I learned pretty quickly that even when my feelings and vulnerability weren’t welcome, my body still was. So I’d constantly be posting chest pics to lure men back in.

Now at 22, and after some time in therapy, I’ve learned to enjoy being gay and chronically online. It started as a way to get a reaction from others (probably still is to some extent), but now I’ve reclaimed it as my brand. In this economy, we’re commodifying ourselves regardless, so I might as well feel hot in the process. 

For a very long time, I used to separate art from sexiness, especially when I started making music in the Toronto indie rock scene. This scene is FULL of straight guys who think they’re on a Buddha-level of chill and humble, but it's so obvious they’re doing it because they want girls. Everyone wants to be hot, but the consensus is that you must be subtle about it.  

This bothered me mostly because I’d already gone through high school trying to lay low, not because I wanted to, but because it was the only way to feel safe. Then I entered the music scene and encountered the same issue of feeling like living in a literal closet. 

Partly out of spite, every time I release a song nowadays, it’s accompanied by a sexy photo in the promotion. It’s always thoughtful, and I wouldn’t do it if it were disconnected from the art. It’s how I package a release (my liner notes as an artist who isn’t big enough to be printed on vinyl yet). I’m saying “fuck you” to every person, scene or community that ever made me feel like I had to avoid being too much.

Borders
Written by Silvio Vallati

Allow me to embrace embracing you
So that I may become better acquainted
With the borders of my own body

These artificial perimeters
I hope to defy and achieve
Fusion
No self
No city
No nation in the sky

Nothing in our hands to bring
Simply to another we cling
It's our immaterial reality
That will enable us to fly

So until our empty voids collide
Humour me as we try
Threshold after threshold
We crossover—

And I just lay here
Waiting—
Patiently
At the edges of my own border

Music Make Me Horny
Written by Tyler Marr

Music makes me horny. Music makes me feel. My feelings and horny levels are very much tied to one another. 

It’s not just about sex, though. Not exactly. Music makes me move—like physically, sure, but also emotionally. It draws me into the moment, sometimes even wraps me up in it. It calms my head, slows things down. Which, maybe paradoxically, makes space for more sensuality. More awareness. Sometimes more desire. 

Over the years, I’ve curated a horny playlist—nothing official, just a loose mental archive of songs that, for one reason or another, turn me on. Different eras, different artists. When I was young, I recorded George Michael’s Outside music video on VHS. I didn’t have the language for it then, but something about it—the leather, the locker room scene, the unspoken confidence—it lit something up in me. The homoeroticism wasn’t just hot, it felt… revelatory. Like, “Oh. This is allowed?” Kind of.

I still love that song (and George Michael). 

Obviously, physical connection matters during sexy times, but music has this way of elevating everything. Sometimes it sets the tone, sometimes it is the tone. It can pull something deeper out of a moment—make it more intimate, or maybe more playful. Or more raw. Not always better, exactly… Just more something.

Of Fairies and Cowboys
Written by Salem Nadim

I’ve been wearing it for 50 days. Through workouts, and through sleep, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till orgasms do us part. On my knees, in a camping tent, I stare at the chastity cage between my legs. Outside: muffled sounds of laughter, splashing, barking puppies—both animal and human. Dare I step outside naked and in a cage? I unzip the flap and step into the sun.

Welcome to The Point Resort. It’s August 27, 2021, and as I walk down the path, the cage rubbing against my bare thighs, I watch naked men setting up tents, unloading trucks, and starting fires. Not all of them are naked; some are wearing puppy masks, fluffy tails, and chastity cages. Many come up to me and give a squeeze to my balls and cage, for lack of a handshake. I walk around, exploring the grounds.

First stop: the pool (no running, no diving, no sexual activity). Sunbathers as diverse as a Grindr grid are sprawled on chairs all around in a friendly and cheerful mood. I watch as some hold hands, squeeze buttcheeks, then walk off into the woods nearby: the Enchanted Forest. I follow them.

Faint moans of lust guide me on a meandering path between pine trees leading to an outdoor “dungeon.” A St. Andrew’s cross greets the newcomer. A small maze of glory holes exudes a miasma of poppers. At the heart of it all, two slings hang from the surrounding tree trunks. Tied, gagged, and poppered up, a boy is lying in one of them. He is surrounded by four Doms attending to his every need. One is torturing his caged cock and balls, another attaches nipple clamps. Meanwhile, the third is fucking him, while the last one is the poppers-operator. The silent communication between all five of them is incredible. A charm is operating as the pleasure builds up. I join in on the fun with others around me, until the sun goes down. In the distance, I hear the sounds of music, laughter, and a crackling bonfire; it’s time for the outdoor dance party.

Feather boas and cowboy hats mix on the dancefloor. Everyone is truly welcome with all their horniness, desires, and fantasies. We dance our hearts out to tunes of Britney, ABBA, and house music. Some cowboys break into line dancing, and I am filled with the joy of seeing something that belongs to the “straight” world get reappropriated in this queer space. I feel safe, I feel happy, I feel horny.

After three hours of nonstop dancing, I take a step away. From a distance, I see the leather and the feathers, cowboys and fairies circling a roaring fire—and I am filled with the incredible feeling that I belong here. I belong to a community, not only of friends, but also of strangers, connected by Love and Horniness.

This is going to be an incredible weekend.

Favourite Horny City: Barcelona
Written by Billy Hendrickson

Barcelona, but not forl the reasons you think!

YES it is a gay vacation destination, YES the men, that hail from all over Europe and the world, are beautiful . . . .but that’s not what does it for me about Barcelona.

It’s the ALL or nothing of everything; the ease with which something SOOO important  .. . can in a second become no less or more important in itself, but COMPLETELY unimportant in the pursuit of a life lived well in BCN. EVERYTHING…. And I do mean everything . . . closes down at 3/4pm each day  . . . maybe it will reopen after “SIESTA” . . . . maybe not . . .  and either way . . . .you will live, the world will continue spinning tomorrow.

It’s THAT duality, that understanding that EVERYTHING and EVERYONE can be all things, and nothing at once, that makes me electrified and horny from the moment my eyes open and as long as my feet are touching that soil. In BCN you can be a responsible business professional by day, and you can also go dance in the rain at a music festival in Montjuic Park with your kids and husband on your siesta . . . . and nobody blinks. 

EVERY party and/or bar in BCN has a dark room . . . . not like here where it’s a “certain kind of party” or a “certain kind” of venue- NOT IN BCN- people fuck, and they do it here, ALL THE TIME. Period the end. It’s that freedom- that space to be a whore on Monday and a saint the next…. Without loving oneself a drop less, that does it. Is there anything sexier?

Favorite Horny Movie | Stranger By The Lake
Written by Peter Knegt

Would you fuck someone who you’re pretty sure is a murderer? What if you’re also pretty sure it’d be the hottest sex of your life? These are among the many questions Alain Guiraudie’s seductive film Stranger By The Lake will make you ask yourself. Or at least, it makes me ask myself them every time I watch it… which has been pretty regularly since it first came out in 2013.

Stranger By The Lake is not just an extraordinarily horny movie, it’s an extraordinary movie about horniness. The dark side of horniness, particularly with respect to how carnal urges often manifest for queer men. As far as I’m concerned, it’s one of the best films ever made about the psychology of queer male desire. 

Basically, the film follows Franck (Pierre Deladonchamps), a regular at a gay cruising spot on the shores of a lake in rural France. His routine at the lake is upended with the arrival of the intensely attractive and very mysterious Michel (Christophe Paou). Franck is instantly infatuated (look up what Michel looks like in the film and it’s easy to see why), which becomes a bit complicated when one evening he happens to observe Michel drowning another man in the lake. And yet this only amplifies his attraction. Franck lies to the police to protect Michel, who he starts to pursue more aggressively, leading him into a full-on sexual relationship (the film features explicit, unsimulated sex) with a man who may or may not have intentions to kill him.

Now, I’m not saying I watch this film and genuinely think I would act the same as Franck in this situation. Not only would I surely be too terrified, but I do also believe that murder is generally very bad! But allowing me as a viewer to explore the fact that Franck’s situation still absolutely makes me horny is part of why Stranger By The Lake is such a sensational film. It digs into something so many of us, particularly queer men, have in our sexual DNA: danger is erotic.

Some of the most memorable sexual experiences I’ve had have been unquestionably dangerous. (Many have also been tender and beautiful, but that’s not what we’re discussing here!). When I was 20 years old and spending a summer living with my mother in my hometown, I would meet men off the website Dudesnude (which not only still exists but has the exact same interface it did in 2004). There was one in particular (his username was “BigTex” and I’ll never forget it) who told me to go to a Tim Hortons parking lot and get in his car with him. I’ve rarely been so scared (or so hard) getting in that car. Or when he proceeded to drive us out to a corn field on the outskirts of town where he fucked me behind an abandoned barn. To this day, I can still think about BigTex and cum in seconds. 

Stranger By The Lake is one of the only films I’ve seen that truly encapsulates why it is that I got in that car, and why it is that I still jerk off thinking about it. It really masterfully explores that perilous thrills are undeniably a very common element of gay male desire. Obviously, there’s a lot of psychoanalyzing that could go into why that is, but you’re reading this to have a horny day, not to overthink that horny day. So I’ll just leave you by suggesting you cap off this day by taking a little trip to murderous rural France and watching Stranger By The Lake.

A Horny Mix | A Horny Summer Daze
By Raphael Sanchez

From 10+ hour gooning sessions to adult pizza parties (wink wink), public excursions and exhibitions, shibari practice, my 9-to-5 and my 5-to-9—life has been a whirlwind since the last Horny Newsletter.

As we f*ggots and queers ramp up for another Pride Month, I offer you a mixtape best enjoyed during long commutes, on days when you finally give yourself a moment to breathe, while lying naked under the sun with your feet nestled in warm sand, or as you run your fingers across your lover’s skin, watching goosebumps rise beneath your touch.

This isn’t a party mix—it’s meant to slow things down and ease you into a summer daze. 

Featuring songs by Frank Ocean, Gotan Project, Jared Jackson, Jun Tanaka, Kerri Chandler, Kimiko Kasai, Kristine W, Mariah Carey, omoidé, Pilita Corrales, Patrick Cowley, Saī T, Spice Girls, Tevin Campbell, and so much more.

As you listen to this specially curated mixtape, I leave you with a haiku:

Horny ambitions
Salted pits and velvet beats
Time forgets itself

Danger / Safety
Written by Gab Kats

When I was younger, DANGER made me horny. 

I'd meet men dangerously. 
Off of Craigslist. 
In online chatrooms. 
In Subway bathrooms. 
At parks. Into the woods. 
Cars with strangers at 2am.
Front seat. Back seat.
Heart pounding.
Electric. 

Using a fake ID at a bathhouse.
Did you know it's lights out on Thursdays?
I'd go. Later I'd forget.
I'd tell my brain,
"lights out"

I didn’t want to be seen.
I wanted to be destroyed.
It felt safer that way.
Even when it wasn’t.

Even then, 
I was craving a type of SAFETY and I didn't know it. 

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Because SAFETY is what makes me horny now.

A warm bed.
A locked door.
A body I know.
A face that asks.

Someone who says,
"You're okay."
"Take your time."
"Look at me."

Now I get turned on by deep breaths.
By being kissed after.
By softness that doesn’t ask me to vanish.

A shower together in the morning.
Hands on the small of my back, not just my throat.
Texts that say, “I miss you” and mean it.
Lights on.

Now my heart pounds not from fear—
but from being wanted fully.
From being seen. Being known. 
Not just my mouth and my ass.
Or my cock. 
All parts of me.
The more dangerous parts of me.
My mind. My fears. My ethics.
My true self. 

Back then, I needed danger to feel alive.
Now I need safety to feel real.

A Note from Christopher Sherman:

PrEP has truly been a game-changer in my journey toward feeling confident and empowered to have a horny day without fear. Growing up in the early '80s, my first encounters with sexuality were intertwined with the devastating shadow of the AIDS epidemic. The trauma, loss, and pervasive fear surrounding HIV profoundly shaped how many of us thought about sex—and even myself, it left lasting scars.

But today, PrEP transforms that narrative. It’s a powerful tool that offers safety and freedom for all sexually active people, allowing us to enjoy intimacy without worry. I partnered with the PrEP Clinic because they are a vital part of our community’s health and resilience—they’re redefining what safe, joyful sex can be.

It was an honour to capture portraits of such incredible individuals embracing sex positivity. Thank you to the amazing models featured today:Jyvaune, Branden Healy, André, Andy Singh, Spencer, Aaron, Beau Cassidy, Salem Nadim, Sky Lee and Angel Elias. Thank you to The PrEP Clinic and Evan Spergel.

Brendan Healy talks PrEP:
“Turning 50, I’ve realized that sex and mortality were once intertwined for me, but PrEP has allowed me to separate those ideas—making life feel more vibrant and empowering. It transformed my sex life, enabling me to enjoy penetrative sex without condom anxiety, leading to deeper, more meaningful connections.

Beyond that, PrEP freed up my mental space, lifting the constant HIV-related worry that used to occupy my thoughts. For me, it’s been a game changer—not just for my sexuality, but for my emotional well-being. I believe everyone has sovereignty over their body, and for me, PrEP has been a powerful step toward reclaiming our sexual and emotional freedom.

It’s also influenced broader culture, empowering gay men to step into their sexual power after decades of fear and restriction. PrEP isn’t just a health tool; it’s a catalyst for liberation.”

André talks PrEP:

“PrEP has empowered me to explore our sexuality more freely and confidently, knowing I can stay safe in the process. As someone who is polyamorous with two partners, PrEP has allowed us to enjoy intimacy without the constant worry or concern about HIV.

There is an abundance of resource information available—online research, the PrEP Clinic, and accessible education—that make it easier to stay informed and empowered. PrEP isn’t just about protection; it’s about taking control and feeling secure in one’s sexual life, and they believe that empowering others to do the same is a crucial step toward healthier, more confident communities.”

Salem Nadim talks PrEP:
“Using PrEP taught me that the queer community is much more sex-positive and accepting than I initially thought. Going to the clinic and talking openly about my sexuality with non-judgmental nurses made me feel more comfortable and empowered.

It’s important to realize that many people are on PrEP, and speaking with specialists can be a reassuring, stigma-free experience—no matter your sexual practices or preferences.

PrEP has helped me embrace my sexuality openly, breaking down barriers and fostering honesty with friends and family. Even my mom was understanding when she saw me taking the pill daily. Ultimately, PrEP offers peace of mind, creating a sense of closeness and safety that allows me to live and love more freely.

It’s a tool for confidence, acceptance, and personal freedom.”

Beau Cassidy talks PrEP:
”Since starting PrEP, I’ve felt a newfound sense of agency and empowerment over my sexuality, especially as a trans man and non-monogamous person. It’s a daily affirmation that protection against HIV is accessible and straightforward—something I value deeply, especially when I can choose how I engage with partners without constant worry.

For me, PrEP came at a pivotal time—around my gender-affirming surgery—and has allowed me to pursue a liberated, barrier-free sex life. Knowing I take it consistently and that my protection is high offers peace of mind and the freedom to express myself fully.

I believe everyone considering PrEP should go for it—they have little to lose and so much to gain. It’s about more than prevention; it’s about reclaiming control, embracing sexuality confidently, and believing that health and freedom should be accessible to all.”

Angel Elias talks PrEP:
“Since starting PrEP, I feel more free to explore my sexuality without the constant worry of HIV. It’s given me confidence and peace of mind, making my sex life feel safer and more open—allowing me to seize opportunities without hesitation.

I highly recommend taking it; integrating it into your nightly routine makes protection effortless and empowering. For me, PrEP has become essential—especially working in the adult industry—as it reassures me that I’m taking care of my health. Knowing I don’t have to ask questions or worry about encounters lets me focus on living fully and confidently. It’s a simple step that offers long-term peace of mind and freedom.”

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