It was a night of extremes; the air thick with a voracious energy–so hot it felt like the sweat running between my shoulders hadn’t evaporated since I arrived in Montreal. I bolted to the night spot with no plan other than getting drenched in this city’s signature Homoerotic Bald Adventure: the “Piss Royale.” Naked men, everywhere. The setting was a sauna and the stakes were high. I soon found myself, fins twirling, beneath the sheets of a cold, white marble bed. Uninhibited and free, my body moved in chaotic harmony with the other strangers’, a ceaseless celebration of our own inner wild.