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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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...