The Sex I Could Have Had

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Oh, the sex I could have had. I came of age in the wild and hedonistic period of gay culture, the 1970s, where disco music ruled. While I was not very active in gay culture, I would occasionally foray out. I remember one night in college, dancing shirtless at a bar at the foot of Christopher Street and the West Side Highway, packed with hot, sweaty men. It was an incredible intoxicating experience. But that night was more of an exception. Most of my life, at this time, was generally more contained and controlled. Continue reading

Gay Boy Marching

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Coming out at 55 years of age leaves a gay gap in my memories. I sat on the sidelines as AIDS raged. I walked the other direction in New York City when I realized the gay pride parade was in full wildness in the mid-1990s. When learned that an old friend of mine, Ken, had died of AIDS, I went to the memorial service, but then returned to my life in the closet.  Continue reading

A Boy Who Will Be Gay

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The other day my sister shared with me that she missed being able to go my parents, who are now in their mid 80’s, for their counsel and advice. It surprised me, because, since leaving home for college, I’ve rarely gone to my parents for any kind of counsel or advice. Continue reading

Gay Resort Triptych

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I don’t think gay resorts are what they once were, including Rehoboth. Rehoboth Beach is lovely. The downtown is filled with thousands of families on a summer day. The gay section of the beach is gay, but other then a lot of built (and not so built) guys in smaller bathing suits, there is not much difference. It is all very tame. Continue reading

Go Big Or Go Home

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The other night I was in Washington D.C. walking from 14 street down U street to the Dupont Circle Metro. I passed two men walking down the street holding hands. It warmed my heart. And then it immediately dawned on me how far I had truly come. There was a time not too long ago when I would cringe seeing men holding hands. It would make me very uncomfortable. Continue reading

A Taste of Provincetown

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Today is my last day in Provincetown. I fly home tomorrow afternoon. What’s been fantastic about this trip is that I’m here with my friend Ralph, and we can explore the town together. We’ve also gotten together with Wayne and his partner Ken who live in the area. Ralph and I met at a men’s workshop two years ago, and then we met Wayne at a men’s workshop last year. Wayne and I stayed in touch after the workshop and moved out of the home with my wife the week after the Men’s workshop, Wayne would drop me notes throughout the Fall to see how I was doing. I really appreciated his friendship and support. Continue reading