He lives! Birthday 2013
Jun27

He lives! Birthday 2013

To quote Mrs. Doubtfire, “Well, helloooooooooooo!” Yes, I am still alive. And I would like to make an observation: I rarely blog anymore, because I haven’t needed to. This space was a place for me to iron out some wrinkles (often as part of helpful conversations with readers who shared their insights with me), and hopefully help others iron their own vicariously. Sometimes I think I actually did just that. At any...

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Fessing Up: The dirty little secrets of the gay community

Hello everyone! It’s absolutely gorgeous today in Washington, D.C.!! I love Dupont Circle on a pretty day (yes, I love the Fruit Loop). I hope this finds you well. Below is the link I promised for the story I wrote for Matt Comer’s blog at www.InterstateQ.com. The essay I wrote is part 5 of 5, but when you go to Matt’s page you will find the links for the first four installments at the bottom of the page. Happy...

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Compliments: The law of diminishing returns

My friend David, who often manages the door at Swinging Richards, made a comment this evening that made me pause for a moment. He’s attracted to one of the dancers on a romantic level, but said, “Rule #1: Don’t date strippers.” “Why do you think I’ve been single so long? You say you shouldn’t date a stripper, but I don’t think strippers (in general) should date anyone. But why do you...

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“The Last of the Wine:” Sokrates, on getting and keeping a true and honourable lover

Mary Renault is, along with Isabel Vandervelde, my favorite writer of historical fiction. Renault wrote her books based in Ancient/Classical Greece during the 1950’s, so although her work is already amazing enough for its literary value, it becomes even more impressive because of how she treated Pederasty and Pedagogy (the training of young men by older men to be honorable citizens). It was an important matter, and a father...

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Who should NOT be a dancer?

Dear Devon, I was wondering… Is there anyone who should absolutely not dance? I mean, other than looks wise, is there something about a person that should be a red flag to not get into it? My sister is interested in dancing, but I think she lives too dangerously to be good at it. – Big Brother   Dear Big Brother, I can definitely appreciate why you would have trepidation. Aside from the fact that there are negative...

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Oh, oh, oh, she’s my cover girl

Sorry, couldn’t resist the New Kids on the Block reference… Anyway, there’s a new LGBTQ magazine coming out soon, and I am the first cover man for it (click to enlarge). The magazine is called Night OUT Carolinas, and it will be placed in all the bars in North and South Carolina. It will also have some placement in the border areas of Tennesse, Virginia, and Georgia. If you see a copy, pick one up and check out the...

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…and goshdarnit! People like me. I think.

Yesterday I blogged about the differentiation in my mind between pride and arrogance. Today I am going to focus on how confusing the two affects my self-esteem. Hopefully working this out in words will help me understand how to find better balance and grace. It’s frustrating to me when I try to pay someone a compliment, and they won’t accept it. I don’t feel obliged to flatter people, as it is a compliment given for...

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Pride and Prejudice

We live in a world that is full of people who want something from us. That has lots of possibilities. Some people seek to use us for their various selfish purposes, or simply need a rubber doll with a pulse. Others want to drain us of our energy, or to prop themselves up higher by standing on our shoulders. But… There are those who want to cull happiness and success in us, because it gratifies them to help. And there are others...

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Touch it

There are thousands of types of touch. But, for me, they break down into three overarching categories: Subtractive, Neutral, and Additive. If you are going to be an entertainer, you have to be okay with being touched. It’s simply part of the job (unless you’re in one of those bizarre U.S. states where the dancer performs in the middle of a cage/stage with an enclosement of chicken wire that stands as a barracade five feet...

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Fuck my husband

In all honesty, most women at clubs ignore me completely: I’m shorter than most dancers, I’m nowhere near as aggressive or shadowy (which girls at male strip clubs seem to want more than the nice guys they can see anytime at home), and I make no secret of the fact that I’m gay. I understand completely why I would be invisible to most women at a strip club – there’s really no fantasy that they might seduce...

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