If you’re a legal adult where you live, you don’t need your mother’s permission to travel, either across the street or across the ocean.

I have an idea. Why not start the evening out and get his motor runnin’ first with a snazzy pair of undies. But, not something goofy and frilly that might embarrass you if you choked on a smoked oyster and suddenly had to go to the hospital.

When, after the third date, somebody says, “You know, it’s just not working for me.” Go ahead and ask him, “Why not? Is it me?” Assuming, of course, that it IS something about you; you deserve to know. You can’t change what you don’t know. And you won’t know unless you ask. He might think you’re a weirdo for pressing him on details (for which you need to prepare yourself, by the way), but, hell… he’s not dating you anymore anyway, so who cares what he thinks, right?

The U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals has upheld a lower case ruling that California’s ban on same-sex marriages, known as Proposition 8, is unconstitutional.

I love this man with every fiber of my being, and he loves me. I hope he moves in with me by summer. But, if he can’t make the move by summer, how long should I wait for the man of my dreams? As it is, we are in a monogamous relationship, so I really miss sex, his sex particularly. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

Denial is a quick defensive maneuver. “No, you’re not gay. Your Uncle Rick likes Madonna, too. That doesn’t mean you’re gay.”

Okay so for season two, how about Leo gets it on with one of the New York Football Giants? Heck, even a NY Jet will do. I’ll definitely help with casting. Here’s the finale, guys. Enjoy!

When I go to bear clubs, I often get comments like, “Who let the twink in?” and similar negative statements to that effect, and this club was no exception.
A few muscle bears suggested that I was “ruining the appearance and the ‘scene’” of their club…

Now Leo is getting on my nerves. Really? Run to the old boyfriend? Oy! I was never that immature… oh, wait… Hmmmm, okay perhaps I was.

Marriage isn’t perfect. You’ll fight. Your partner’s friends and/or family might not love or even like you. But if you’re together, and you truly love and commit to each other, you realize that storms will happen. You don’t throw in the towel every time lightning strikes. You sustain the blow. You rebuild the bond.
You say, “I’m sorry. I love you.” You wipe the blood off the floor, kiss each other good-night, and that’s all that matters.

Let me explain something to you.
There are 5 types of people in the world.
- Leaders
- Followers
- Critics
- Bitchers
- Baldwins

Your situation is a little like what happens when the cabin pressure of a jet airliner changes at 30,000 feet. If the plane starts to drop or a window pops out, oxygen masks drop from the ceiling. You’re instructed to put yours on first, which will afford you the clear-headedness to assist those who can’t do it themselves. It’s the same with you and your buddy.
Once you set priorities and find happiness for yourself, you’ll be better equipped to help your pal on his path to a better life.