Domestically Disturbed

Ryan Lee

Ryan Lee: Sleeping with other people’s husbands

He was the last person I expected to make my hotline bling after the dozens of photos he was tagged in on Facebook the previous weekend. “You should probably enjoy your honeymoon,” I replied with a kiss-blow...
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Ryan Lee: Courting expectation and frustration

I recently walked in on two female co-workers commiserating over the immaturity and aversion to commitment shown by straight men. One of them assumed their bitterness was foreign to me, since the gay dating sce...
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Ryan Lee: Fetish of fear in the ‘new ATL’

I’m sure I’ll be killed a few days after this column is published, shot in the face while walking to my Midtown apartment, and everyone will sneer, “Told you so!” Not much is more satisfying than when an exagge...
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Ryan Lee: Post-gay politicians

Alex Wan looked gay Sunday. In the sense that he was walking in the Atlanta Pride parade, waving a rainbow flag, wearing a blue feather boa and prancing down Peachtree in a way that made me think, Oh yeah, Alex...
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Ryan Lee: Why I’d marry a straight man

I sometimes see myself marrying a straight man. My college roommate was the first heterosexual to broach the possibility of matrimony with me, and he had a girlfriend at the time. After six months of living ...
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Ryan Lee: My modern families

Any estrangement I have from my family—and it abounds—doesn’t result from being gay. I’ve always been accepted by my immediate family, and welcomed as kin into others, through both fe...
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Ryan Lee: Surrendering secrets

I confess to having memberships with numerous websites that facilitate random gay sex between consenting strangers. I will not be enrolling into rehab or issuing any apologies – to my family, supporter...