AGAINST EVERYONE

rowing up in industrial Pennsylvania, Conner Habib would drive along the highways, veering off-road to visit various cruising stops – places where men would congregate to have sex. Sometimes he’d arrive only to find himself alone, waiting for up to an hour before someone else would turn up. For Conner, those moments of suspense turned out to be a large part of the appeal. “I began to realise that, actually, the waiting and the state of intense anticipation was always erotic for me,” he says. “It wasn’t just the consummation of the act with somebody, but also the wanting itself.”