There are corners of the world that you don’t want to find. There are corners of the world that without hyperbole are the last place you’d want to end up. It dawned on me recently that while many of the larger rules concerning where or where not to wander into mistakenly have been well documented, there exists a lesser known list of many places that are in many ways more frightening than their more infamous counterparts.

These spots have gone vastly unrecognized because of social taboos and the nature of their existence, which keeps many of those who possess the dark secrets of these places fairly tightlipped about them. This has led me to believe that there is probably a small group of these places so seedy, so filthy, that no one really even knows about them.

I believe there is an underground network of filthy destinations that populate the world, and that many of these places operate unbeknownst to a majority of people who could at any moment mistakenly stumble across them to their own demise, or nausea.

The Boston Fens are one such place.  When I moved to Boston, I thought the Fens were just slivers of the Emerald Necklace – Boston’s name for the chain of parks that surround the metro area - until I was advised by a gay friend to stay out of the Fens, because it was known among the city’s queer populace as the place to go for anonymous gay male sex.

I think there needs to be an effort made to compile a list of these places, so that we can chart the underground railroad of perversion that must surely exist.  In the name of humanity, knowledge, my own devious curiosities, and frankly, the safety of all who appreciate a walk that does not culminate in anonymous gay male sex, I demand that we leave no stone of shame uncovered.

I ask - no, I implore you - to please contribute any info you might have (however trivial) about the shady underbellies of this nation (or others) and by doing so spread the word for others whose are not privvy to it.