About five years ago I met a guy at the gym whom I will call "Victor."
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A picture is worth a thousand…votes?
July 7, 2011
Would you care if a photo of you was nabbed from facebook and placed on a blog asking people to rank your hottness? That's exactly what happened to a friend of mine...
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March Madness
July 7, 2011
When it comes to sports, I am way out in right field—or is it left field? Whichever is worse.
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Underwear is fun to wear!
December 6, 2010
It used to be that you could tell a hetero guy from a homo guy by the
way he dressed. “Fastidious” and “natty” were the terms used to describe
well put together gay guys (think: Tim Gunn). And “Ridiculous” and
“fratty” were used to describe straight guys (think: every guy at
Sluggers). But that has changed in recent years...
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The bully wants to be my friend
October 21, 2010
Whenever I receive notice of a Facebook friend request, I get excited about whom it could be. A long-lost college classmate? An ex-boyfriend who's now fat and alone? Neil Patrick Harris inviting me to his baby shower?
So last week, when I saw who wanted to be my "friend," I was taken aback. It was my high school bully.
Like many awkward teens who struggle with their sexuality, I had a bully who taunted me relentlessly for four years. He was commonly referred to as "Cujo." I'm not sure whether this was a name he gave himself or one he earned, but it perfectly summed up his character.
Like many awkward teens who struggle with their sexuality, I had a bully who taunted me relentlessly for four years. He was commonly referred to as "Cujo." I'm not sure whether this was a name he gave himself or one he earned, but it perfectly summed up his character.
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Nice to meet you again and again
October 7, 2010
Victor and I would run into each other around town two or three times a month and chat for a few minutes. Usually my partner, Brad, was with me, and every time Victor would say to Brad, "I don't believe we've met," and introduce himself. The first few times it was understandable because they saw each other much less frequently, but after about the 10th time it became annoying.
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No all-nighters on a weekday
September 8, 2010
If a friend invited you over to hang out from midnight until 5 a.m. on a Wednesday, you would say he or she was crazy, right?
Well, I would say that. Yet there are so many events in Boystown and around town that start at some ungodly hour--and usually on a weeknight instead of a day when most people can enjoy them. Do people not have to work the next morning, or do they just not care about their performance at work when they come in half-dead?
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Confessions of a comic book geek
August 18, 2010
Growing up there were three things I felt identified someone as a big
nerd: watching "Star Trek," playing Dungeons & Dragons and reading
comic books--and I wouldn't have been caught dead playing, watching or
reading any of those things.
I was in a band, for goodness' sake! OK, I was in the
marching band but still, it was cool, right? I held onto that sophomoric
attitude for years until recently, when something in me changed. And
now I am transforming into that which I used to fear most: a big geek.
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Hide the giant lube jar! The parents are coming!
July 14, 2010
Recently my parents came to visit from Pittsburgh.
My boyfriend and I live in the heart of Boystown
and by now my parents are used to what they refer to as "the lively
activity" that goes on nearly 24/7.
When they
first visited years ago, I was more worried about my surroundings and
made sure everything was "parent friendly." I would reddup the apartment
(that's Pittsburghese for "a quick clean") and do a scan to make sure
there weren't any nude male screen savers on the computers, a dog-eared
copy of the "Gay Kama Sutra" on the bookshelf or a 30-gallon jug of
lubricant on the dresser.
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Bedroom is a two-way street
June 16, 2010
A relationship is a two-way street.
One person gives a little and takes a little, and
the other does the same. There are also certain agreements made in a
relationship because one person doesn't like a particular chore. For
example, the guy might clean the litter box and the woman will vacuum,
or one person will kill the spiders and the other will dust the
tchotchkes. Or the husband will hunt dinner and the wife will cook it
up--hey, that's how the Ingalls family operated.
But
this sort of arrangement can get sticky in the bedroom. If one person
is tackling a big chore and the other is simply reaping the rewards,
there's a problem. That's why I was surprised when a friend of mine,
whom I shall call "Bob" to protect his identity and use a name with a
double-entendre, said he refuses to perform oral sex on his girlfriend
but expects her to pleasure him that way. How is that fair?
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