Look. Generally, I like to get spanked a little. Hell, I liked to get spanked a lot. I am sure there is some sort of Oedipus, PTSD, childhoo...

In early 2007, I started making regular Thursday night appearances at the Town House, a little bitty queer bar, beloved by lesbians, tucked ...

Right now, I am baking chicken wings, making brown rice, and trying to focus on the amazing amount of love that I have received over the las...

The last couple of days are ones which I would never like to repeat. Ever. The great thing is that I can control whether or not I will have ...

Last night some of you had a chance to read the now vanished post. My guess is that it was a glitch in the system and not something that blo...

I will be happy to forward it to anyone that would like it.

Last week, I found myself listening to the song, "If You Believe," as sung by Lena Horne, almost non-stop. Last night, Lena Horne ...

Holy softBALLS it was cold today, and the wind was blowing directly out of the Cold Miser's asshole. The patch of skin below my bottom l...

Now and again an unexpected angel comes into your life. Angels are way sneakier than demons. They don't spit up on you. They don't h...

Last Sunday, I stepped out of my apartment and broke out into a sweat so thick and greasy I thought my scalp had started producing afro-shee...

Last Wednesday morning, I was sitting in front of the computer, a glass of iced coffee in my hand, and our debit card in the other hand. I l...

This is the first time that I am awarding the Political One Liner of the Week Award to a President. I am sure that this honor will be held u...

Yesterday I had to send a prayer up to my beloved Nina Simone and let her know that to Mississippi Goddamn...we now have to add Arizona. Fir...

Last weekend marked the official start of Summer. Don't look at me crossed eye bitches. Summer starts when the first softball is pitched...

Well...I actually went to rehab...five years ago at the Pride Institute. Those of us that went to Pride and met each other there, often refe...

While I don't think that preferences in and of themselves are racist, I believe that how we come to many of our preferences are a produc...

For a clown muting color and avoiding notice is a Herculean task -Brandon Lacy Campos -New York, NY -April 14, 2010

For Mimzy Perched, she stares at me with challenging eyes Like old Smaug on his stolen gold It’s a challenge to describe how she speaks wit...

Cool she slips tartly over my curled tongue then boldly this dryad sinks oaken roots into the back of my throat she slides deftly fingering ...

I am a child of the 80s. Whenever that email forward comes around and lists 100 things from the 80s that should resonate with those that gre...