Jealousy is a choice.
That sickening, heart-stopping, hair-raising, kick-in-the-stomach flash of white hot emotion you feel? That might be an uncontrollable response but to stay jealous, to be jealous… that’s a choice.
Don’t choose it. (more…)
Every December, I learn a lesson the hard way …
Time is finite.
Beyonce and I might both have 24 hours in a day but there are still only 24 hours in a day. (more…)
Monogamy is pulling a fast one on us…
Which is not to say that monogamous relationships don’t work (they do), but instead monogamy promises things that it can’t deliver. (more…)
I met the man of my dreams in the middle of the night on the corner of 7th Street and Avenue A.
(Ok, I him on Grindr and then we met on the corner of 7th Street and Avenue A)
When I say man of my dreams, I swear to God I mean it. The cutest face, brown hair that looked both expertly coiffed and windblown at the same time, and a charming Australian accent. I’d find out later that night he also had a deliciously trim body and a big … heart.
When you want to do something and you have a feeling your partner isn’t going to be too thrilled about it, how do you act?
With fitness, there’s no one exercise or one meal you can eat that will suddenly change your body.
I wrote this as part of Queer Theology’s 2015 Synchroblog on Sex & Bodies. Check out all the entries here.
I learned about agape, God’s self-sacrificing love from a hookup. Actually, a few hookups. Actually, a lot of hookups. I could count, but we might be here awhile. I think a better use of our time would be for me to share what I learned. Because there’s something valuable for you to learn from promiscuity.
When I was a kid, gay couples could not get married in any state in the U.S.. Not in California, not in Massachusetts, not anywhere. I got in a fight with my parents about being gay, it ended with me saying that I wasn’t sure if they’d come to my wedding one day and that that feeling sucked. My mom’s reply was,
“I don’t know why gay people want to get married, no one expects them to.”
Fifty years ago—heck, twenty years ago—nationwide gay marriage in the United States was an impossible dream. It was so impossible, not many people dared to dream it. When I traveled through upstate New York in 2007—2007!—to campaign for marriage equality, more than a few folks thought I was nuts. Overly political. Wasting my time.
What do you love to do? Like, that thing you would do if you had a free morning, a day off work, an open weekend, or no commitments at all for a few months. What’s that thing you would do if you were sure that you wouldn’t fail (or look silly along the way)?
It’s 8:15 a.m.. I walk out of my bedroom and into the living room where the sun is already spilling through the double-windows, across our teal and grey speckled rug and on to the hardwood floor. Despite what you may have read about “creatives” on the Internet, we don’t all get up before the sun rises to go for a 5-mile run followed by a big cool glass of fresh-pressed green juice.