The Original Wound
It's 4 a.m. and I'm riding in a car with my parents. We've just crossed the Wisconsin border and my father is telling us about his latest visit to the proctologist. My mother and I have warned him rep
Surfing for Heartache
If the world was a perfect place this is how things would work: all of your former lovers would become morbidly obese after they broke up with you. They would live long, miserable lives, ruing the day
The Problem with Pumps
When I was straight, preparing to go out for the evening was such a desperate affair. It involved bizarre eating rituals, manic hair brushing, and applications of lotions.
Being gay hasn't simplifie
Getting Personal
I was bored at work today, so I called my friend Greta and told her that I was going to write a personal ad for her.
“But I already have a girlfriend,” she whined.
“Yes, but I think you can do bett
The Problem with Pee Pees
At the beginning of every year, the head of the company I work for crawls out of his hole, adjusts his beady eyes to the sunlight, and calls his employees together for a state-of-the-corporation addre