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Sometimes it is easy to get sad before bedtime. The light fades and expectations of tomorrow begin to rise. It’s time to stack the chairs upon the tables, the night’s all that is left behind. And he can be a … Continue reading →

A Sunday afternoon nap, what could be better? More relaxing? Well, perhaps one in which you don’t dream both your boyfriend and your father are in the hospital dying of some unknown disease. But it isn’t just unpleasant for yourself, … Continue reading →

I recently had a long talk with a male friend about relationships. Specifically, our respective relationships with our boyfriends and how they follow the stereotypical “straight” model. You know, the gap between males and females and their polar opposite ways … Continue reading →

              What tensions pull me, tug me, cause me harm? It is the perceived drama of the heart and my emotional mind. Lately, I am plagued by a heavy loneliness. Luckily, there are costumes … Continue reading →

So I’ve been sleeping in someone else’s bed, and will continue to do so for awhile. In fact, I shower in her bathroom, eat in her kitchen, and relax on her futon. And I call it mine. It is the … Continue reading →

After his visit, German just sat and remembered. From the very first hug (and kiss) to the parting words (“Leave a message when you get back home.”) he could not stop his consideration of the boy whom he loved. This … Continue reading →

I just read an article suggesting that gay men react differently to smells than do straight men. For instance, they like to sniff the sweat of another man. Scientists discovered this after an expensive, NIH-funded study. I could have told … Continue reading →

Painters couldn’t mirror the beauty of this afternoon. Or the morning, actually. The trees are on fire, the breeze is humming along, and the streets are so laidback that you might think that they’re stoned. Each footstep flows like well-metered … Continue reading →

I watched the biopic “Frida” this afternoon. It was not the first time I’d confronted this woman, or her art, but it was the first time I’ve appreciated both. What struck the most was her obsession with self-portraiture, and the … Continue reading →

When packing up your belogings, it is a good idea to leave yourself a pair of underwear in case you have to go to work.