Not to mention that the senator’s apparently a top and totally doesn’t like to get excrement on his penis, according to David Phillips, a 2006 Metro Weekly cover boy and IT man about Washington. More dirty details from PageOneQ, after the jump:

I went pale and nearly vomited,” says David Phillips, speaking of a recent night in a bar, through which Larry Craig’s voice came out of a nearby television.

As a student at George Mason University in 1987, Phillips says he was at the now defunct bar La Cage au Follies, where “closeted neocons” were known to gather and seek out men for sex. According to Phillips, he followed Senator Craig to a residence, where the two of them engaged in what is called “clumsy and unremarkable” sex.

After the encounter, Phillips says that he was given $20 and told by the Senator that “I can buy and sell your ass ten thousand times over. You were never here.” He was then rushed out of the house, never to return, but not before he glanced at an envelope that had “Suzanne Craig,” the name of Senator Craig’s wife, written on it.