I’m a gigolo for grandmas. Some as old as 90, none younger than 65. I’ve got $2 million in a bank from grandmas leaving me money in their wills.
Maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him.
When you love someone, you don’t give a crap about which sex they’re into.
Bob Frey is a longtime resident of Norwood Young America, Minnesota, who is running for a seat in the Minnesota House of Representatives.
But then we get to question #34: “Male donors: From 1977 to the present, have you ever had sexual contact with another male, even once?” The fateful answer “yes” to question #34 ends in a lifetime ban from ever donating blood — and why? Implicitly, this ban marks “gay blood” as inherently unclean, regardless of the preventative measures taken to avoid contraction of blood borne pathogens or viral infection.
A lot of couples have open relationships.
2. The LGBTQ community is beautiful
I decided a while ago to grieve the abs I’d never have. I buried them in the back yard next to empty pizza boxes and broken beer bottles.
We’re supposed to be a rainbow geyser of pithy commentary and witty one-liners, equal parts court jester and therapist, always there to boost self-esteem, telling them how fabulous they are and admitting how terrible men are when they get hurt, forgetting that we, ourselves, are men.
Goal Keeper: The straight best friend of the guy you’re trying to pick up.