Appointment Disappointment
There is nothing more frustrating than going to the trouble of making an appointment and the service not be worth your effort. I think the rearranging of your schedule to make these appointments possible should...
This is Why We Have Pride Month
I hate confrontation. I absolutely hate it! In the midst of a heated exchange with someone, my heart starts to race and I sometimes even lose the ability to speak. It’s even more intense when I feel I’ve been d...
The Santa Claus of Stonewall
The marketing of LGBTQ Pride has become so strong that soon we won’t make it through Easter or Mother’s Day before stores erect rainbow-themed displays. While there’s a tinge of progress in Target having kiosks...
The Q-Tip From Hell
I have had my share of doctor visits. From being diagnosed with IBS as a seven-year-old, and then kidney failure at 27, much of the first half of my existence included interactions with those dressed in white c...
The Power of LGBTQ History
I figured I’d share a special story from my time as a reporter in Palm Springs. Each news station I’ve worked at has brought me one or two memorable pieces, but none of them beats this one. If you’re not aware,...
Standing Up for Our Bodies
Gay men have a reputation for worshipping fierce women, those who are bold enough to speak their minds and discard anyone who threatens to stand in their way. In this time of a renewed abortion debate, I think ...
Circuit Overload
I write this editorial with extreme caution because I see so much good and so much bad evolving within the circuit scene, but don’t want my words to taint others views. My opinions represent my own experiences,...
Sporting a Boner
My high school years were quite the blur, but I did my best to save some of the best memories to reminisce on for the future if and when I would ever feel the need to be sentimental. My memory bank was mostly f...
Literary Bathhouse
I attended my first writers’ conference this weekend and was surprised by how similar it felt to a trip to the bathhouse, just with more small talk. About a hundred aspiring novelists were at an airport hotel t...
Workplace Avengers
The worst part of ourselves tends to emerge when we’re placed in a defensive position, where normally hidden thoughts are strewn like weapons from our forked tongues. When I placed a colleague in such a positio...
The Perilous Mirage of Monogamy
The last thing I wanted to be doing at five o’clock on a Monday morning was escorting a member of one of Atlanta’s royal couples out of my apartment. The bemusing scene became more unsettling a day later when I...