When I look at a baby I never think, “Oh how adorable,” more like, “Please don’t be seated anywhere near me on the plane.”
To other basics, he would have appeared attractive. As a personal trainer, his body was his stock and trade. He had shoulders the span of a small couch and pecs that would have required the support of a bra were they not already as hard as cinderblocks. He had a handsome face with the benefit of youth, unlined and attractive in a Hollister store model way.
My yoga has become part of my identity. I take my practice with my everywhere and the lessons it’s taught me have reshaped my life perspective. It has given me a sense of peace and calm, a feeling that I myself am sufficient.
You don’t go to India looking for spirituality, you go to India because you are already spiritual.
It’s a testing ground to prove yourself and your strength. The pains are plentiful, but the payoffs are equally many.
Otherwise insignificant interactions become the highlight of your day.
While a drunk friend might leave you at the club, a stoned friend will probably fall asleep on your couch after an hours-long conversation about how influential Clarissa Explains It All was to your childhood.
There was something primal and frightening in the look of men’s eyes. I wouldn’t have wanted to be alone dressed this way.
I wondered, was I being shallow by going out with a wealthy older man who could afford to lavish me with things or the opposite by dating a man to whom I wasn’t attracted physically but engaged me intellectually?
Gay men are singlehandedly propping up the waxing, gym, and tanning industries. There is a culture of physical perfection that is pervasive among men who sleep with men. With lesbians, looks count for a lot less.