Father

I grew up in fear of my father. No, he didn’t beat me. He spanked me for awhile but not to the point that I would call it ‘beating.’ My fear was more primal and irrational than that. I thought he would kill me. I cannot remember a time when he was not my adversary. … Read more

What Is This?

I started this blog 25 years ago. I was old: 50; but I had an interesting perspective on gay life. You see, I didn’t come out until I was 40, and that was at the height of the AIDs crisis, so I didn’t get to experience the wild permissiveness most gay men experience when they … Read more