Tag Archives: Fifty Ain’t Dead

How to Recreate Your Family and Guarantee a Sense of Belonging

When children are born, they are looking in the faces of all these strange people with one question in mind- Do I belong here? What we are seeking from birth onward is the question: Am I worthy of connection? As a culture, we refuse to see it and recognize it as normal, healthy and human.… Read More »

What Fifty Years of Compassionate Impatience Can Get You

In this country, three factions can get away with telling the truth- mentally insane, small children and old folks. If you live long enough, you will get to spend some time in each category. Currently, I live and play behind door # 3. As I age, I find no reason to agree to bullshit I… Read More »

Don’t Read This Unless You Plan on Living to Be 1,000

Almost ten years ago, I made a personal vow to myself. My vow was all about committing to a life of artistic merit. My decision was to give myself fifty years to “make it” in the arts. While my idea of having made it has changed considerably over the years, my desire to constantly create… Read More »

How My Steamy 45 Second Affair with Hugh Jackman Saved My Marriage

Admit it. Whenever you see Wolverine in all his muscled glory you go weak in the knees. Ya’ll remember that time when the adamantium transfer was complete and he leapt up from that tub buck naked and you lost your ever-loving mind. Don’t pretend you didn’t swoon when he woke up in 1974 rocking them… Read More »

Who Else Wants to Hire a 30 Year Old with 50 Years of Experience?

In the book, So Good They Can’t Ignore You, the writer shares a term (that I love) called Career Capital. This means there are folks who have put in their time, earned their stripes and learned “a thang or two about a thang or two”. When you hire an older guy like me or my… Read More »

Can Gay Men be Friends Part 2

I have had bad experiences trying to make fuck buddies into legitimate friends. Having witnessed several friends attempt and fail repeatedly at this endeavor, I am assuming either it doesn’t work or either my friends and I are a bunch of dopes. Gay men learn early on how to sexualize absolutely everything.