My new main most crush is the sublime Neil deGrasse Tyson. For more than a month, I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure out how I could get inside that brilliant, sexy mind. I was absolutely without a doubt getting into his Master Class and squirreling away money to make this dream a reality.… Read More »
At 27, I made the declaration that I am an artist. With very little to guide me other than outdated stereotypes and much discouragement form my family, I began trotting down the path that is desperation and a need for constant attention. There was no handbook nor mentor to guide me. I only had the… Read More »
Most of my young life, I dreamt of a large family with many children screaming, playfully terrorizing one another and basically providing loads of love and energy in a semi large contained space. There were only two problems : I am gay and I could not find another suitable individual who had done the emotional… Read More »
When I announced my pending marriage more than four months ago , my family was very vocal with their disapproval. Some of the bullshit I heard was just mesmerizing. “You don’t know him that well”. “Nobody in our family has met him and You are making a big mistake are a few of the brilliant… Read More »
As gay men, any and all attempts to build community puts a nail in the coffin of domination, coercion and exploitation. Within the world that relies and feeds on isolation, we offer it a great big kick in the pants when we refuse to “go away”, be silenced or allow ourselves the privilege of second… Read More »
Marriage, any type of commitment, and being truly, terrifyingly, unabashedly, emotionally intimate is for grown ups. This is the reason we now have this insane obsession with marriage.
I would like to sincerely apologize for being an elder within the community and not doing my part.
Pride festivals for all of 2011 and beyond should be canceled. More important than hunky guys, displays of camp, and the all consuming focus on gay marriage, our young people need all of our time and access to resources. It will not do any young person any good to go to a rally and have… Read More »
When I was ten, Tanya Nelson repeatedly tortured me by jabbing me with a compass. She sat behind me and constantly tormented me along with others for being a sissy. I took the abuse. I learned to tolerate it and even enjoyed figuring out ways to endure the humiliation.