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I was waiting for my yoga class to begin and I got to chatting with one of the yoga instructors whose friend is in the national touring company for The Color Purple. He also mentioned that she was going back to school. I am also going back to school this semester, so I was very happy to hear that someone else was doing something great with his or her life. But the yoga instructor scoffed at

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It’s been almost two months and people have been hounding me for a fresh, new blog entry. The wait is over, and I’ve written a whopper! After wrestling with many possible gay-pride-related topics that would ultimately end up being viewed as fluff, I decided to share a fun little story about a recent experience on public transport. A very attractive young man turned to me during a train ride

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I always told myself that if Dolly Parton ever went on tour, I'd sew a coat of many colors to wear to her concert. My boyfriend and I had been working on our coats for weeks, and I have to admit that I was a little apprehensive about wearing a patchwork coat in public. After telling someone about the idea, they said that I'd look like I was wearing a clown coat and that people would make fun

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Parking cars on the lawn isn't the tackiest thing I've ever seen. I was one of 78 people who got an e-vite this week for a "Spring Kickoff Martini Party." This is from someone I barely know. In the opening line of the e-vite, he states that he's got a martini shaker that is "just itching to be used" and I had a sneaking suspicion that he actually intended that tag line for the e-vite to his

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I remember watching talk shows like Sally Jessy Raphael and making fun of the deluded women who pined over the men who abused them. It would always be a man who emotionally abused a woman by talking down to her, taking her money, and making her wait for him while he was doing god knows what. The abused woman would also comment about not being satisfied by the man, which would always surprise me

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It's been difficult to write blog entries that are new and exciting, so I decided to use one of those online topic generators to help things along. The first prompt that came up read "list things that are very important to you." This was indeed a stroke of fortune because I think that listing things that are important to me will help people understand the uniqueness of this blog. To keep

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If you're like the other dirty birds in Chicago, then you're probably hard up for places to go when you want anonymous gay sex in the mid morning. Foster Beach isn't warm enough during this time of year. The back room at The Ram does open at 9:30 A.M., but all of the better-looking felchers don't show up until after six. So what's a fella to do? He goes to the nearest Home Depot! I went to

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Someone named Jen was nice enough to bring this to my attention: I was just surfing the web and I came across your website and I have to tell you that you've been misspelling the word Oblogitory. It should be Oblogatory with an "A" not an "O" because the word Obligatory has an "A". That's all.I only inherited two things from my mother. One is the gene that causes male pattern baldness and the

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Growing up, I always knew that I was different. While most kids were watching Nickelodeon, I was watching episodes of "Are You Being Served?" on PBS. When asked to use watercolors to depict our favorite movie scenes, I made use of the red-orange and black to recreated the "Tomorrow is another day" scene. I wanted to sing Eartha Kitt's "Uska Dara" in the sixth grade talent show after seeing a

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One day in the late 1980s, the minions of hell conspired to figure out another way to make life unbearable for humankind. Anyone who studies demonology or has a passing interest in Buffy the Vampire Slayer would surmise that it was the demon Dantalion who spearheaded this campaign against humans. He quite possibly visited the Schering-Plough pharmaceutical company and imparted his demonic

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I like to pick out a DVD series or a fun video game to keep myself entertained whenever I feel like I'm going to be sick from a cold or flu. I felt one nasty cold coming on last week, so it became a toss-up between Alias: Season 4 and Professor Layton and the Curious Village for the Nintendo DS. The video game won out for the sheer fact that I hate getting up to switch DVDs. Professor Layton

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One of the most fascinating aspects of the human condition is how we respond when something threatens people or things that are close to us. I once got into a heated argument with a six year old boy who pushed my niece off of a teeter totter during a play date at the park. It was more of a one-sided argument, starring me as the crazy uncle who shouted "YOU APOLOGIZE! YOU APOLOGIZE!" while

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I attended the Valparaiso School of Law Barrister's Ball with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. It's a black tie event where law students can mingle and schmooze with their peers as well as get their names and faces noticed. At first I was excited because I hardly ever get to wear a tuxedo, and the last black tie event I attended was an Eyes Wide Shut themed gay orgy at a fancy hotel suite.

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One of my favorite recurring skits on Saturday Night Live features Penelope, a thirty something woman who always one-ups whatever anyone says. After one of the guests mentions meeting the hosts at a Lamaze class six months prior, Penelope responds: I've known them for, like, seven years. So, just a little bit longer. I've just known them for a really long time, so... longer, just better friends

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Picture it: overpriced clothes for sale, underage girls wearing clothes that leave nothing to the imagination, and young virginal gay boys who will eventually run away to Hollywood where they will be forced to star in several low-budget porn films shot with a camera purchased at Circuit City. No, I'm not describing a typical evening on the Sunset Strip. I'm describing the atmosphere of last

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I usually argue the old adage "you can't judge a book by its cover" because you really can judge a book by its cover. Whenever you're buying a book in a book store, don't you always want the one that's in the best shape? You take the one from the back of the stack because it's usually very crisp and doesn't have a lot of wear because it's been touched by hundreds of men. I could just be

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The gay children in this generation don't know how great they have it. I don't make this claim because I'm jealous of the fact that they'll one day have the ease to do things without fear of social nonacceptance such as marry, donate blood, and choose the genetic qualities of their future children. I'm referring to the fact that there are a lot of cute and hot people who appear in the

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Last week I attended a party full of gay men and was accused of being part of the reason why this country is so messed up. That is a very serious accusation that caught me completely off guard, partly because I've always thought of myself as a positive contributer to our society. I'm a registered organ/tissue/marrow donor, I pay my taxes, and I always hiss and make hooting noises at the

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Yesterday we were discussing the wonderful topic of cheating spouses and the breakthrough semen home test kit called CheckMate. It's cool for heterosexuals, but what's a homo to do when he suspects his lover of infidelity? The CheckMate is practically useless to gay men, for obvious reasons (both members of the relationship produce semen). We can't exactly de-pants our lovers and swab down

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She always comes home smelling like cologne you'd find in the bargain bin at TJ Maxx. She never answers the phone when you call. Whenever you want to have sex with her, she's never in the mood. Someone keeps calling the house and hanging up whenever you answer the phone. Is your lady cheating on you? How can you be sure? A funny little product popped up on various forensic investigative

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If you ever sit in your panties and sip wine while you type on your laptop, find it hard to pry yourself away from your "rabbit," or have ever used the phrase "absofuckinglutely," then you've probably found some comfort by watching Sex and the City at some point in your life. I wouldn't consider myself a hardcore fan, but I did find it very enjoyable in the short amount of time that it was on

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I really love to go out to shows like movies, musicals, the opera, comedy shows, and ballets. If a ticket is needed to get in, then you know I'm all over it. Suddenly, Cameron Diaz's line from Charlie's Angels (I LOVE TICKETS!) doesn't seem so silly. The problem is that I always have terrible experiences whenever I attend any of the shows. I remember there being a train delay on the day I

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I laced up my running shoes and participated in the 2008 Aramco Houston Half Marathon this past weekend. The route would take the runners from downtown Houston, through the Heights, into Montrose (the gayborhood), and back downtown. I sewed a rainbow flag onto my shirt to show my pride and to make it easier for my fellow gays to find me in the crowd. During most of the race, people would clap

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Yesterday I promised to share my new and quirky techniques for meeting new and exciting people, so here it is. Enjoy! The Crazy Double Take After making eye contact for more than three seconds (counting is important), slowly turn away with a coy smile. Then quickly turn back to look at him with a crazy look on your face. I like to pretend that I am reacting to news that I'd been selected to

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I was sitting at dinner with one of my friends this week and he mentioned how he was having trouble getting a man's attention whenever he's out in public. When I told him about all of the luck I had meeting fun and interesting guys recently, he was a little confused because he knows that I'm currently dating someone and meeting other men while you're dating someone is wrong (according to him).

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