Posts Tagged ‘blogging

12
Jun
08

“Waltz” is the New Dooce

One of the smartest, funniest writers I know finally has a blog, and it’s good. It’s called Waltz in Exile: a window into the world of a decidedly un-suburban family of four (with a collective IQ higher than my FICO score) finds itself purposefully “in exile” in the Midwest.

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24
Jan
08

Your Dirty Minds

When I wrote The Girls with Whom I’ve Had Sex and the inevitable The Guys with Whom I’ve Had Sex, I did it primarily to document details that grow foggier with every passing year, to make a lasting marker just before my 40th year, and to show that we gay men are not all mincing vaginaphobes. It also felt good to get the information out of my head, and onto a page where random readers could find it and be entertained or maybe even learn something from it, and that has definitely happened. Here’s a screen grab from my blog stats page that shows my top blog posts:

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Maybe the Chute Dogging video just hasn’t made the rounds yet, but nonetheless, it looks like the wrestlers I’ve wrestled are more interesting to you than the steer. Then comes the Brady Quinn fantasy, which I’ve even read a few times, and then on to celebrities and more sex, and the swing set suicide, and on and on… you get the picture.

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08
Jan
08

Better Exhibitionism

Billy in the BathtubMy husband, Sam, once founded a magazine called HERO (here, and here), with his then-boyfriend, now friend, Paul Horne. It was there, in 2000 or so, that I actually met them for the first time. I was interviewing for a job as their circulation director. I had a boyfriend at the time, and during the interview I made a conscious decision not to stare too hard at my boyishly hot, dirty blond interviewer, Sam. That’s the meet cute.

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22
Oct
07

More Love, Less Bush.

Blogging. As my friend Paul puts it, “Because what the world needs is yet another opinion.” Another criticism. Another review. We’ve been to Paris. We’ve seen Britney’s kids, and where they came from. Enough. More love. Less Bush.

Lovesick Billy is about love, an exploration of it and all of its manifestations: photos of stolen kisses, brotherly love, charitable love, love dilemmas – yours and mine, gain, loss, and everything in between.

A friend who constantly complains about being single, said to me once, “You’re like all the rest of my friends, single for about twenty minutes.”

“So maybe you should be doing what I’m doing,” I replied.

I have been very lucky in love. Always. The best rules are the rules that work best for you, not your well-meaning friends or family. We usually know what’s best for us, unless it’s not working, and then second opinions can help – but honest ones, and those are hard to come by.

Lovesick Billy is a source for honest insight into matters of love. Because that’s what the world needs now.




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