Outspoken

The Armorettes Taught Me What it Means to be a Man

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 ...

Brazil on the Beltline: Buteco

You remember 1965, right? You couldn’t possibly be gay, you would later think, because you totally hated Barbra Streisand, who won a Grammy for the song “People” that year. I mean you were a bullied kid and, un...

Friendship in Transition

One of my heterosexual cycling buddies and I were sitting in my living room during Pride weekend when a towering, curvy woman appeared in my doorway. I smiled at the woman and she grinned back, a glint in her e...