A red bandana held my long black hair away from my soggy face as I hurried to finish my shift. I couldn’t wait to get to Potpourri, a nearby gay bar, to reunite with Colton.
read moreAfter suppressed memories of my father surfaced a few years ago, I began to wonder if PTSD was the only thing that he brought back with him from the war.
read moreUnlike Willy and Sandy, my parents’ friend Brodrick Westcott did not live in the closet because he was yanked out of it. During a routine police raid of the public men’s rooms in a park in St. Louis, he was discovered having man-on-man sex, arrested and thrown in jail under the prevailing sodomy laws. Word of his transgression spread quickly among his peers in the elite West County suburbs and, within a short time, he lost his his marriage, his child, his livelihood, his friends, his reputation and eventually his life.
read moreNews Flash: Loneliness is at epidemic levels in the United States. In today’s divided, tribal environment, it is easy to forget that finding and joining one’s tribe has not always been a bad thing. It has been especially important for the gay men and women of my Boomer generation. Real connection with previously invisible LGBTQ people has been a powerful antidote to isolation and loneliness over the decades.
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