Sometimes it strikes me that in the last thirty-five years I've gone from this: To this: The former photo, for those of you who ...

(This post is a continuation of Getting a Room , and will itself be continued.) “Hi.” Will stood before me bare-footed. One of his compact...

(This is a continuation of Will , from yesterday.) “Holy cow,” growled Matt in my ear, in the middle of Detroit’s Gold Coast bar. “Get a f...

(This is the first in a shorter series of entries. Shorter than the Earl series, anyway.) I’d like to take advantage of my down time to wr...

I really hate to have to write this particular edition of the off-the-cuff Sunday remarks I make before I get to a roundup of questions of f...

I’m going to be talking about my dry stretch, again. You’ve been warned. My experience trying to meet guys here in my new state has been, ...

Oh, I've been liking this series of entries. Anything that gets me a steady supply of pretty asses (in my in-box, anyway) gets my enthus...