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I allow myself to sink into the comfort of…Isn’t there cake in the fridge? I think there is. It’s chocolate, and it’s probably drying out.
I am writing you as a born-and-bred, died-in-the-wool, Ann-Richards-admiring, Hillary-loving, out-loud-and-Proud, yellow-dog-Democrat. I did not vote for you. I’m not a fan.
Halloween is a chance to celebrate the stylish, the garish, and the outlandish. It’s a time when the veil between the normal and the otherworldly grows thin, as my Tall Tales of Texas Terror will reveal.
It is the summer of 1996. I am 28 years old and have recently moved in with Jim, my boyfriend of six months. I have never met Jim's mom, but this is about to change.
My husband and I are staring with bugged-out eyes at the sight before us: our new 38’ x 14’ cedar log cabin sitting in the middle of the road, just waiting for a UPS truck to explode through it.
A gay man looks down on his belly and declares, “This has got to go!"
By Tim Curfman As the LGBTQ community becomes more and more accepted in the mainstream, there is a strong danger that we will start to lose the unique identity and sense of purpose that has bound us together...
This is the story of me and my husband, Jim, and our attempt to create and run a business together.