I’m writing this a few days before another birthday in the month of Pride. As always, I ruminate senility’s question:...
Were you a 97-lb. pencil-necked bag of bones? When you went on the beach, did bullies with massive pecs kick...
In the mid ’80s, I spent two miserable years editing a gigantic, regional home and garden magazine in Houston, Texas....
When I was a young homo of eight years old, the woman across the street scooped me up and took...
Bad news for old people: fascism is arriving before you die I used to tell friends that a short-term future...
I’ve written a restaurant dining column for Creative Loafing, “Grazing,” for more than 30 years. For most of that time,...
In 1970, my friend Dina and I met up around midnight at the Majestic Diner. I had talked my father...
Nothing makes an old gay person more annoyed than death. We have better reason to resent it than straight people...
When I was 21 and just out of college, I took a newspaper job in a Southern Gothic town. I...
Before dementia, there are flamingos and nosiness. Long before clinical dementia overtakes the brain, aging has mental effects that change...
The worst part about getting old is dying. Freud said the reality of death makes life inherently tragic and that...