Queer Life 101

Readers who grew up in pre-gay liberation times, or who come from conservative religious families, will remember the loneliness of the deep closet.  Mine, in the 1960s was no different, but was exacerbated by my living in a foreign country. In the 1960s, Europe was still a very foreign place: few people spoke English, the...
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It’s hot out – Poppin’ grease hot. I’m sweating through my mustard yellow dress shirt and, every so often, I use the baby blue tie hanging from my neck to wipe my forehead dry. I’m sweating like a beastly buffoon even with my car’s air conditioner set on super-duper-turbo jet-speed. Not necessarily my idyllic image of...
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“Do you want to take a ride up towards Wilmington, have some dinner and, uh, deliver some cats?” Until the cats part it sounded appealing. Somehow my spouse had been recruited to save four cats and a dog from death row at our local shelter by transporting them to an animal rescue volunteer, who would...
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The other day my daughter looked at me misty-eyed and sincere. “I love you, Daddy,” she said. Now, that might not sound so strange, but when you consider that I’m a male-to-female transsexual who transitioned almost ten years ago, the word daddy can stick out like a thistle with the ability to scratch, irritate, fester and...
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My partner Jen and I live on a small farm in Indiana. This very true story happened on our farm a couple of years ago. We have lots of animals, and have had goats most of the time we’ve been together.  Right now we have all pygmy goats, but we have had a few dairy...
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Hide and Seek was a favorite of mine. I was much taller than the other kids, so I couldn’t hide well, but I could run like the wind and beat them all to the base before the Seeker shouted, “All ye, all ye outs in free!” I loved to hide and I loved to...
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“Just stick the hook under the duck, and grab the rope,” Joe’s uncle said as he pulled up to an orange painted floating duck. “I got it!” I shouted. “Good, now pull it in, fast.” I pulled and pulled on the yellow rope as cool Oregon salt water dripped down my right arm. “Look, it’s almost...
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We were parked in front of the $2 cinema waiting for my son to come out with his friend when I spied the familiar yellow and red sign about a half-mile down the road. I smacked Li in the back of the head, “Bojangles!” She turned slowly toward me and asked me why the...
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Last month I told you all about my new job in the porn industry and just a few of the things that I have learned.  Since being familiar with the product is sort of a necessity with my position, I have been watching a lot of porn. A LOT of porn. Like, enough porn that...
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When the chips are stacked against us, we plod onward with a certain Dykish Knowledge that things will work out. Maybe it’s optimism. Maybe it’s stupidity. More often then not, though, things work out. But they don’t work out by themselves. There are partners, people in our Dyke Tribe and other supporters who cheer us...
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