SMOOTH TALKIN’ Um, we’re not calling my smoothies “smoothies” anymore. They’re so pumped full of chard and broccoli and garlic and leeks and wheatgrass and mud and bile and shards of glass that we’re now calling them...

DANIEL: I was surprised Rosemary went to England. D-D: Well, she wasn’t when we thought I was gonna be dead in a month. DANIEL: You mean you’ve got more than a month to live? Fuck! Then I’ve gotta go. I’ve got things to do!...

THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS OR, THE STRANGENESS OF KINDS In Candyland, everyone’s so sweet. I mean … everyone. The generosity of spirit I’ve experienced is just beyond anything I would have expected, predicted or anticipated. But guys, here’s the fun part. People – you...

AN EXTRAVAGANZA OF WEDDING ELEGANZA The Honorable Father Moon officiated Susanna and Ricki’s (Kitten La Rue and Lou Henry Hoover) wedding last weekend at a celebration that included family and friends from the burlesque, drag and family worlds. It was my first gay...

FALLING I bumped into a brother in life’s free-fall. His name is Sam. He is mine. And we found ourselves at Snoqualmie Falls this weekend witnessing the enormity of Mother Nature’s exhibitionism. 

DOES YOUR DOUG BITE? God we love to ask that whenever we get around Monsieur Le Doug and his most-chased, er, most-chaste spouse Terry.  The Lyttons are old friends from the Mundy’s days on Lake Forest Drive in Dallas. They now live in California, but the bonds...