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Pornpocalypse Playlist to the Rescue

A few days into the toilet paper crisis of 2020, when it felt like we were observing the eve of Armageddon, I began worrying the survival kit I created in 2016 was insufficiently stocked. I hadn’t hoarded bottl...

In Defense of 2020

There may be one last epidemic to deal with during the final days of what is widely considered the most insidious year in human history: survivors’ guilt. Almost every morning of 2020 has felt like a freshly to...

Redemption for the AIDS Generation

Nearly 40 years after our nation told gay men their recklessness was to blame for the illness and death ricocheting through their ranks — a mindset that continues to traumatize a good number of us while still i...

A Dem Win is Not an LGBTQ Win

I bend the knee to Joe the Dragon Slayer. While I thought it was shameful the way Democratic establishmentarianism resulted in hardly anybody’s first choice becoming the presumptive nominee, there was only one ...

The End of the Beginning

Throughout the onset of global plague, the collapse of our economic order, the imposition of social distancing and elimination of public gatherings, I’ve appreciated all that has happened thus far as if it will...

I Prefer to Be Gay

The Senate confirmation hearings for Amy Coney Barrett to the U.S. Supreme Court were supposed preview the theo-fascist order the nominee seeks to impose on the country, but wound up only revealing how much eff...

As Seen on TV

Although our society increasingly feels like it is about to shatter, there remains bipartisan, cross-cultural unity in the paranoia many Americans feel toward LGBTQ folks. My social media timeline — which almos...

Mourning RBG, Our Constitutional Bodyguard

I’ve heard the voice of death four times this summer: during farewell calls to my aunt and father figure who were in the last days of lives abbreviated by cancer, in the final goodbye from a friend who would at...

A Gay Salute to ‘Sisogyny’

I’d bottom for Megan Thee Stallion. I’m not sure if the chart-topping rapper’s kinks stretch to those limits, but my current celebrity fantasy is the two of us being alone and hearing her whisper, “Bend that as...

The ‘Cancel Culture’ Con

A phony pandemic has swept across our country in 2020, one that allegedly can strike anyone at any time, although you couldn’t name more than a handful of actual victims. It’s supposedly a novel malady, but it ...

40 is the New 60 for Snapchat Chasers

My last boyfriend once predicted that my biggest fear would become my fate, and his forecast seemed all the more ominous because it felt accurate. Nothing since has re-routed me from that projected destiny, alt...