Shopping at Target for school supplies takes us into the arms of August, summer’s last great hump. I smell the Ticonderoga pencil shavings already...
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... or Why I Wear My Hot Sexy Boots for A Gay Guy I Only See Once Every Eight Weeks Today I went through the torture ritual of getting dressed–prior to my haircut. There was a shower too, and shaving, and an awful lot of tweezing. I am off at 12:30 to see The...
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