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The first seven days

My and Charlie’s first week together in our new loft was exciting ... and a little nauseating — you know, that nauseous feeling of commitmentphobia that sets in when gay men begin to realize that they could easily fall off the monogamy wagon ... or, for some, choose to jump.

Long, lofty love

Excitement lit up inside me like a Griswold family Christmas tree as my phone buzzed, the screen indicating that a wet, surprised Charlie emerging from my shower was calling me.

It’s not you

My hell, I’m as spontaneous as a pimple. I couldn’t believe I just vomited the words: “Move in with me?” Seriously! I should scrawl ‘Loser’ across my forehead in permanent ink.

I’m as sweaty as ...

When my longtime friends invited Charlie and me to a Saturday afternoon barbeque Charlie was a little skeptical. He was still reeling from the debacle I created at his niece’s birthday party. Well, he calls it a debacle, I call it his mother’s a bitch. I can be such an infant sometimes. I...

S-L-U-T-T-Y

By 4 p.m. I was feeling as frazzled as Jasmine, Charlie’s seven-year-old niece. We were at her birthday party. Even before they cut the cake, Jasmine’s mother, Charlie’s sister, chastised her for dirtying her green princess dress, made her apologize to one girl for pushing her down (what...

The art of being a m...

Two days after Charlie and I had experienced our curious first encounter in the skin care aisle of a Smith’s grocery store and the ensuing dinner-date that could only be described as warm and cuddly, he thought it normal dating etiquette to offer an invitation to a family function — his...

Skin deep

A few years back, in a mindless stupor, I had profiles of the Golden Girls tattooed on my lower back. Though I still watch and appreciate, what sometimes feels like season-long, nightly reruns on the Hallmark Channel, I have regretted getting the tattoo. As I’ve aged, the skin of my lower...

A couple of Raggedy ...

Jesse and I have an unusual friendship – one that requires a fiery tongue and a layer of hard shell. Our other friends and, sometimes, mere strangers look at us like we either hate each other or have it bad for each other. Neither is true … we simply find verbally bashing each other a...