Oh, the sex I could have had. I came of age in the wild and hedonistic period of gay culture, the 1970’s, 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 the exception. Most of my life, at this time, was generally more contained and controlled.
How does one navigate their life to get from a place of hiding to a place of pride? Pride comes in stages as we repeatedly push against the thoughts and beliefs that made for hiding. Continue reading
My son texted me today with a simple question: “Hey, remember when we went to Florida with grandma, grandpa, my cousins and everyone. How old was I?” In a digital age all information is accessible, and I began to look online at my pictures that are backed up from my home PC on Carbonite. I quickly found a family picture from that trip to celebrate my mothers 80th birthday dated December 2008 and texted my son.
As a child I knew that I was different. I didn’t care for team sports. To this day I don’t understand football. In third grade at recess I preferred to sit with my friend Billy at the base of large tree and create a whole imaginary world with sticks and leaves while all the other boys in my all boys’ school played baseball.
As part of my exploration of marriage, this essay is an attempt to examine how I have seen marriage and how that perspective is beginning to evolve and change. Continue reading