Right now, there's a country filled with gay Christian couples thanking God that their prayers have been answered. Right now, there's a Bible Belt packed...
This is where I came out as a brainy dyke teen in Birkenstock sandals, fountain pen dripping with feminist ink: Washington, D.C. in 1980, on...
In August, you complained that the stores were breaking out their Christmas consumables way too early, but here we are two weeks from the big...
Like many kids, I fell in love with the Winnie-the-Pooh literature when I was young and became enchanted with tales of Piglet (my favorite) and...
I tend to forget, in the hustle-bustle thing called life, about the meaning and importance of days designated to reflect and honor and observe. Somehow...
Photography by Michael Wichita I do say, there's nothing quite like a bit of energy spritzer to fluff one's midday mojo. I seek a concoction...
Photography by Michael Wichita Does anything quite say ''urban sophistication'' like the elegant simplicity of a piano bar? And if you throw around words like...
I'm a few hours away, as I write this, from my first mammogram. It's a procedure I've been thinking about for years as a gay...
Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays wants you to go straight, and they've enlisted a hot guy to convince you. He looks like he's...
A giant ad in Monday's Washington Post -- it's a full page but somehow it looks bigger than the others -- touts an upcoming...
War is hell -- especially when you're particularly fond of the enemy. No, I'm not talking about al Qaeda or Iraq. I mean the war...
Ed is dying of pancreatic cancer. All year we've been getting e-mails about his diagnosis, then his prognosis, then his treatment progress, then his...
All it took for tennis to shed its stuffy, elitist reputation was a long-haired sex symbol with a cocky attitude, a few Canon commercials...
There we sat in a staff meeting, all twelve of us, listening to the vice president for operations talk about kitchen upkeep. "Every bottom...
For a bowler, there's no sweeter sound than the clamor of ten white pins crashing to the floor in a strike. ''I love...