There are plenty of hit pieces, TikToks, pamphlets, gaudy biopics, poorly-written autobiographies, poorly-written biographies, and after-school specials about the dangers of drug and alcohol use and how they derailed the careers of otherwise upstanding and good-natured musicians. We're all well aware of how they were the pinnacle of virtue and inspiration, and then after one sip of booze or one snort of blow, it was straight to the gutter, in a bum's outfit with alimony bills stuffed in their pockets. We don't need to waste any more words on those cautionary tales, especially not in a magazine that mostly consists of naked women that you're reading in a bar...

Note: I'll try to keep spoilers to a minimum, but truth be told, I'm probably not going to try very hard. I assume anybody who gives a shit about Road House has already seen both versions at least a handful of times by now.

When I learned a few months ago that a remake of Road House, starring Jake Gyllenhaal as Dalton, was in the works, I immediately knew I'd be writing about it once it was released. Those of you who have been reading my shit since I started writing for Exotic last summer might recall a piece that I wrote in July, praising Swayze’s Dalton for his approach to bouncer work (The Dalton Approach, July 2023). People who know me well know how much I love the original...

I had an experience recently at a local beer store….er bar, which prompted me to write an article about it, specifically because my partner did not understand why it made me feel the way it had, which was, in the politest way of putting this, uncomfortable.

The thing that bothered me most was that my partner did not understand why this made me so uncomfortable because, to him and many other individuals of the “masculine” type, this situation could be easily brushed off and never thought of again. Unfortunately, for myself and many other individuals out there (males not excluded here), this type of thing happens so frequently that you almost don't feel like going out anymore—just because trying to make the situation not happen takes more effort than it did to put on an outfit that day (which is a feat for me some days, let me tell you)...

Tacos! Everyone loves them. That's a straight fact. We can argue for days over what actually belongs in a taco, but no matter who you are, there's one for you...vegan tacos, vegetarian tacos, gluten-free tacos (which would really just be a corn tortilla taco) and tacos for people who eat anything and everything. The taco is a simple concept: a tortilla of some kind with things inside it. We all know what it is, and it's a staple of handy meals, from breakfast to lunch, dinner, and even dessert (Choco Taco!) There's no wrong time to eat a taco—or six. However, where did they come from, and when? Well, since it's May (which is officially taco month*) and this is the time wherein the most tacos are consumed**, we're going to explore this. Let's tac-go!

If you asked most people where tacos are from, they'd say Mexico. They would be right. It seems, according to my research, that they indeed originated in Mexico hundreds of years ago. The form factor, however, has changed a bit over time before becoming the familiar tasty food we know today...