That night, standing in Stonewall, I could not have imagined what the next few hours would do to change the gay and lesbian community around the world. I doubt anyone else could have known. How could we have kn...
I took a shower this morning. I am clean. I might work out at the gym later, or maybe the trash bag will break on the way outside and cover me in coffee grounds. I will then be dirty. I will shower again. I wil...
Lesley was my closest friend to become sick in the 1980s, and he fought bravely until his death from AIDS. Today, there are little rituals I have to honor his memory, and I often write about him, the first of m...
The musty gym bag stays in my closet, ironically enough. Inside, a crumpled black wig fights for space with a sequined dress, heels, a string of fake pearls, and a bag of makeup. After more than 20 years since ...
My brother Richard smiles a lot. He has an easy laugh. But there was a time, years ago, when he held a poisonous drink in his hands and begged his dying lover not to swallow it. A time when Richard held the con...
Hell hath no fury like a privileged white gay man who has waited too long for the next Pride parade contingent to sashay by. When #NoJusticeNoPride blocked the D.C. Pride parade route on June 10, causing an ...
The International Olympic Committee (IOC) is a very touchy organization, most especially when it comes to the Olympic rings. They guard their trademark jealously and litigiously, commonly suing anyone who dares...
It was 1975 and I was 14 years old, all gangly limbs and stubborn acne, and I was sitting in the passenger seat of his parked car. Splayed across my lap was the magazine, open to the page he had selected. I was...
Some years ago, I told someone that I was HIV positive before I agreed to his invitation for a date. “Yeah, I know,” he casually replied, and then he looked a little embarrassed, as if he shouldn’t have said it...