Kane called me yesterday from work solely to tell me that this guy we've both been talking to online is ugly. Oh, I love that man ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at Razoo's with my aunt (Teresa) and cousin (Christine), and Christine is telling us a story about how this good friend of hers recently got divorced. (I use the present tense because it was all a bit surreal.) Her friend's wife was cheating on him. She added: "And this matters to some people: She cheated on him with a black man ( Read more... )

Oh. My. God ( Read more... )

Things that I am strangely pleased with ( Read more... )

Last night I continued my recent tradition of drunken high kicking on 21st Street. I had a great time Friday and Saturday nights, needless to say. All of a sudden there were several fun parties ( Read more... )

At Jim's last night as I was paying the bill, my waitress told me my Pride wrist band must mean that I "have them all." She was holding onto my hand while telling me that, mind you. I told her that actually it meant pride in being gay, and she continued to hold onto me but changed the subject to how she wished she had invented the wrist bands ( Read more... )

Here I am at the paper once again. No one else is here, but I just figured I'd run up here after working at my other job today to take a look at the entertainment pages. For some reason the welcome back edition has not been to quite as easy to produce as the new student edition - this is my fourth day in a row to work on it. I don't really know why ( Read more... )

While I was out seeing the Dukes of Hazzard, I got four messages from four fabulous gay men. One wanted to buy me dinner in exchange for copy editing; another wanted to find out about my journal; another bid me good night; and the final one wants to "hang out" (read: have sex) tomorrow. I'll definitely accept one of the offers buried in there. But ( Read more... )

Ick. It's hot in this house. About 88 degrees, according to the thermostat. The air conditioner has been running for quite a while now, with little progress ( Read more... )

Let's the face the facts: Now that I live alone, I need someone to talk to ( Read more... )