No, My Sweater’s Not “Too Gay”
At 13 I couldn’t control my attraction to men, but I could control what shirt I was going to wear.
The Smell Of Middle School
I began putting one leg in at a time into my recovered jeans. As I slid them up I stared blankly into my locker and noticed my bottle of Fierce cologne — a cologne only sold at Abercrombie & Fitch — had a picture of a man’s torso on it. This man’s abdominal muscles were ripped and his body was lean. He had no face and I thought that was because any one could be him or at least dream of being him.
Location, Location, Location: Love In The Time Of Tinder
Over the past years we have seen the rise of GPS becoming intrinsic to our digital lives. From Facebook to Foursquare to Google, the divide between cyberspace and meat-space (term for ‘real life’) seems to be becoming smaller, making dating an obvious next stop.
Monogam-ish: Two Is Company, But Is Three Really A Crowd?
Is monogamy not real or are my friends just a little promiscuous? Let’s look at some data.
What Happens When A Guy Wears A Dress
It was a friend’s birthday and we had decided to wear dresses out to celebrate.
To Be The Only Minority On A Plane
As each person walked past me, and I sat in the aisle seat, no one stopped to ask for the seat next to me. As they continued to pass, the flight attendant came on the microphone, “Passengers, this plane is going to be at full capacity. Take the first available seat. Thank you.” Yet still, they passed.
Confessions Of An HIV Counselor
“I’m a counselor, an HIV Counselor.” People usually stop, process, and take a sip of their drink before responding. In the moments before they can respond I add, “I work mainly with homeless youth.”
Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Hangover
It was evening all morning./ It was balmy/ And it was going to rain./ The hangover stayed / On the shelf with books.
How Feminism Made Me A Better Gay Man
“Gender, sex and sexuality. What’s the difference?” That’s how my first Women’s Studies class started during my freshman year of college, around four years ago. I sat there, baffled, not knowing where to begin.
The Time I Met James Blake
I am personally not one for waiting in the rain — not even for James Blake — and as he finished small talk with a fan, I made my way towards him. When our eyes met, I thought “Don’t fan girl out, he’s British, not God, don’t’ fan girl out.”