Category: Love

Ruminations of a drunken homo

I’ve finally sat down and watched Four Weddings and a Funeral. You know what? I really liked it. OK, granted. I’m gay. Chick flicks are not exactly foreign territory. And I must admit the whiskey probably has had some influence on my thinking…or at least what passes for thinking when one has consumed as much [...]

In the handbasket and well on our way…

…and it’s about damn time. You gotta see this at Pam’s House Blend:
Macy’s Bold Affirmation of Marriage Equality.

Pass it on.

Still another story to add to the growing list. My friends Jim and Fernando were returning from a vacation in Puerto Rico when Fernando was detained in customs because his visa has expired. Jim has returned to Utah, but Fernando is stuck in Puerto Rico seeking legal representation to set up a bond that will [...]

Mine! Mine!

I don’t know how many of you follow Kyle’s Bed & Breakfast. I’ve been reading it for years now. I’m not sure I know why I enjoy this little fantasy world of handsome, walking stereotypes, but I do get a kick out it. Still, I’m not sure what to make of the latest episode.
We join [...]

Queer eye on a straight guy.

I have a gay friend who, because of choices early on in his life, finds himself married with children. He thus plays the role of a straight man, but anyone who knows him well will likely suspect “tendencies” even if it’s never actually discussed. We’ll call him GG (for Gay Guy).
Now GG has a friend [...]

What’s so great about love?

That question was posed to me in a somewhat confrontational manner the other night at a party, perhaps because it had been noted earlier in the evening that I am obviously in love with D. Whatever his reason for singling me out, I am not the kind of person on whom you can drop a [...]

F.Y.I.

Brian has noted my relative silence about D in my blog. “I’m in there more than he is,” he pointed out. True enough. At this point I must confess that it is largely due to an irrational and superstitious fear of jinxing things. So, here we go. (Where’s my rabbit’s foot?)
D has been in Mexico [...]

I’m entitled.

My boyfriend is the new national 500m speed skating record holder for Mexico. The previous record holder has vowed to not let it stand. We’ll see. D has only been seriously training for about six four months. He’s only going to get faster. I suspect he’ll break his own record soon enough.

Pavers on the Road to Hell

Jason Kuznicki posts an absolutely poetic response to an ex-gay loony.
Definately worth a look. Also be sure not to miss the essay mentioned in his post.

Maybe I should move to Australia.

When I say “looking at the sights” I mean, in large part, looking at the men. Rio is perv city and even for someone as cool and aloof as I usually am, it sometimes takes an effort not to stare. There are men of all shapes, sizes and colours, but this city seems to have [...]