I have lived with a gay person  I call her Mom. Actually, I had three moms growing up: the woman who gave birth to me, the woman my mom fell in love with, and my father's partner. I know people have lots of questions about how I came to live in this post-modern sitcom. It's a good ...Continue

I've been married for 12 years, and one of the biggest disagreements my spouse and I have is over cilantro. I love it. I love it in Mexican food, Thai food, salads — everything. To me, it's the flavor of freshness. To my wife, it tastes like soap. Now, she has gotten used to my cooking, and if I

I'm going to preface this article with the fact that I am gay. I want to make that very clear from the start because, yes, it will make a difference in my views on the subject and, yes, it also means that if you are straight, you probably won't be seeing this in the same washed-out rainbow colours

Yesterday was National Coming Out Day, and as a Queer I am obligated by the sacred oaths I took when I was initiated via the rites of Sappho the Elder to write about it. So, here goes.Out. I have been “out” for six years, although as most of my fellow folks in their various rainbow colors or lack

I received the messages after I got home from my third date with Jess. It was a chilly February night, Jess’s birthday, and I had taken her out to a nice Italian restaurant in Manhattan’s financial district, followed by drinks at the Cubbyhole, a quaint bar and lesbian hangout. “I’ve been dating