An emotionally sensitive gay man on Joel Osteen — One Sunday morning, I overheard a pastor with a Texan accent. The strange voice came from my mother’s craft room. I heard him say, with a southern drawl, “God is the goodness of truth,” or something easy to digest like a bite size chocolate bar. As his simple messages went…

My soul, ties up my hands To a firm pole Flapping, that red, white, and blue flag pushed around in the wind of the mind Its meaning? Too big to…

Cosmopolitan longings and a rural redneck upbringing produce tension — Content warning. Some of the secrets below are disturbing. They are confessional, funny, innocent, and dark. Things I’ve done, things I wish I didn’t do, things that have happened to me. What is missing in the details is filled in with a desire to know more. Each secret door is…

Trying to stitch bouncy balls together, these confusing thoughts and feels. — “I’m thinking about making a quilt for a gay couple, is that too bold of me?” my mom asked. When my mother asked me this question, I wasn’t sure how to answer. …

The world does not belong to me, and I not to the world. So what do I belong to, if not myself or them? I belong to Jupiter, an alien from mars. I don’t belong in noisy places, crowded fairs, nor bars. The church is filled with congregation, a massive…

Yes, yes, yes. I read a book titled Beyond The Closet by Steven Seidman and was raging most the way about this "we've succeeded" position. In summary he believes we have made great progress and the closets are gone. Little pockets exist where bigots exist in the shadows. No bigots…

Wisconsin laws and white straight males — I was in middle school when my 19-year-old brother bragged about being with a minor teen girl at a wild, drunken, drug-filled party. “I got laid,” he said, taking another shot of whiskey in his room. (Side thought. Is Matt Gaetz in prison yet?) My brother’s story had every legal…

Oh God, not another damn poem, about the midnight stars, forgotten, lost in the city lights, where hookups, remembered, filled the empty voids of sleepless nights, where warm holes invited hard cocks in, sometimes followed by unforgettable conversations, or miserable silences. Ghosted. Meaningless? The sexy moans of the city; sirens…

Content Warning: Crude sexual language ahead. In the midst of repressing my intellectual pursuits I logged onto Xvideos and searched for FraternityX. For those who don’t know, FratX is a gay porn studio featuring “straight” guys hazing each other. The fantasy of a bunch of “straight” fraternity bros forcing me…