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March 14, 2011
I’ve often thought about what it means to come home to someone. When you come home to someone, there’s comfort and consistency. A dog’s tail wagging, rich smells from the kitchen and maybe a kid slamming the screen door to escape outside into the air and wilderness and unknown. But coming home feels like too […]
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March 10, 2011
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February 12, 2011
I feel half gay. Not sexually that is… I’m not bisexual or sexually confused. I’m clearly hot for men. I just feel culturally half gay. Like somehow I’ve inherited or learned only a part of the culture, but not actually enough to pass a thorough inspection. If I was to try to board a plane […]
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January 3, 2011
When I think about my understanding of what it meant to be gay when I was 16, a handful of images come to mind. Walking down Stockton Avenue and trying to sneak a quick look into the old Renegades Bar when the door would swing open. I could never really see in, but stories unfolded […]
