It’s amazing how often my own life parallels the lesbic comings and goings of Showtime’s hit television series, The L Word.
When the tennis-playing character of Dana was diagnosed with breast cancer, a dear, real-life, tennis-playing friend of mine was also diagnosed with breast cancer. Lucky for me, and unlike Dana, Laura survived.
Last month, hordes of people attended a reception at Montrose Counseling Center honoring Dalton DeHart, Houston’s Number One photographer of all things gay for the past 30 years. That night the center (which serendipitously enough is recognizing its own 30-year anniversary this year) displayed dozens of albums containing literally thousands of Dalton’s images chronicling our illustrious history.
Anna Nicole’s surreal Funeral du Soleil. A diapered-yet-determined astronette. The birth of Dick and Lynn Cheney’s grandson, whose parents are two mommies. There are no homosexuals in Iran.
If you have the good fortune of not being the only gay person in your family, congratulations! Gaiety loves company!
We know how it is when a dear friend reaches the end of his or her life. It sucks. Hard.
Once strong and vibrant, now broken and weak, she’s a shell of her former self. He’s barely recognizable.
Fasten your seatbelts and grab your rosaries, friends. The Catholic Church has swerved the Popemobile off the Highway to Heaven and onto The Road Less Traveled.
There’s faaaabulous news in the world of modern weaponry! It was revealed earlier this summer that the U.S. military has been researching a gay bomb!
The spontaneous outburst of GLBT applause generated by the announcement should be sufficient to keep Tinker Bell alive and well for decades.
Kindred Spirits was the first gay women’s bar I ever set foot in. Ever hear of it? No? Really ? Then I’m flattered that you—a very, very young person—should choose to read this column.
A lot can happen in 20 years. Texas’ sodomy laws have been declared unconstitutional by the U.S. Supreme Court. Men who played professional basketball can announce they are gay. Women can wear fly-front pants—in public!—without fear of being arrested for cross-dressing.