Monthly Archives: October 2010

I’ve thought a lot about this over the last few days as we head to another election.  For Progressive’s like me, it’s forecast to be a rough one who’s results may lead us backward as opposed to foreward. And, once … Continue reading →

I haven’t spoken much about my Father’s family.  Mainly, because I didn’t know them nearly as well as my Mother’s family.  Most of them lived in Richmond and were Rushes, not Michaels. My Father was the product of what was … Continue reading →

Now I don’t even believe in Hell, but I do find the idea comforting at times. I like to think there is some sort of divine retribution for those who commit truly heinous acts against their fellowman- or their tastes … Continue reading →

I thought I might share some of my thoughts on relationships.  I’m going to try to keep this at a PG-13 level and this advice is not intended for novices.  I did not settle down until I was in my … Continue reading →

Great Rooms have undermined the very fabric of civilization.  When I made my list of people going to hell, I can’t believe I forgot to include the person who invented “Great Rooms”. For generations, we understood that one behaves in … Continue reading →

I know I have single-handedly destroyed the stereotype that all Gay Men adore their Mothers.  But I did adored my Grandmother and my Aunt Goldie.  I am far from a misogynist. I’ll write about Goldie later, but let me talk … Continue reading →

That got your attention, didn’t it?  I know I’m not the type of person one normally expects to be traveling the country with an exotic dancer, but that’s what I love about travel.  It breaks us out of our bubbles. … Continue reading →

As I said before, my Mother really could not- or would not- cook. She always blamed my Grandmother.  She said she never bothered to teach her.  Or she blamed my Aunt Goldie, who she said stopped my Grandmother from teaching … Continue reading →

Back in the 1980’s, I was aware a cultural tsunami was occurring.  There were signs every where, but mainly hanging in the back of  these new fangled things called “mini-vans” that really frightened me. These signs said:  “Baby on Board”. … Continue reading →