I've been thinking of my own stories lately, how much larger than my life some of them are, and how, when they find their way into this column, perfectly they end. I wanted to share some of the extended endings with you, the events that escaped a 900-word limit. Last week, I talked about a date I had in Indianapolis , and it went just as well as it seemed. What happened later, though, is cautionary. After the discussion of dos and don'ts of safer sex, the later evening tanked.
Reality is an iceberg to the raging furnace of desire.
Several of my friends have noticed that I've discussed dating and asked about my relationship with Chuck. Yes, that relationship ended, although we continue to be involved in each other's lives. Someone asked me if any gay men, or indeed anyone, could hope to stay together. My parents have been married 55 years. I spent my spring break in New York City, and on my first night there I had dinner with my best friend, Tim.