Summer is the ideal time of year for fans of cocktails. Warm weather, pride parties and sunshine just call out for the refreshing respite of a cool, mixed drink. Whether you prefer spirits or wine, fruity or minty, sweet or sour (or both), up, on the rocks, shaken, or stirred, the thought conjures images of patio sipping.
Dear Cycle Sluts,
I’m dating this guy, and every time he’s about to climax he shouts out “Pop goes the weasel!” At first I thought it was cute but now it’s really annoying! I like him but I can’t take it anymore. What should I do?
It’s been quite a long time since any Denver area theater company has done one of Arthur Miller’s plays. Arguably the greatest American playwright, Miller has penned classics: Such as Death of a Salesman, All My Sons and The Price.
There’s the adage that you find love when you’re not looking for it. Although I don’t think that the world works that way, there are reasons this appears to be the case.
If you are or have been in any kind of relationship, you know there are certain lines that just should not be crossed. For Mr. Waste, it’s my love of two wheels.
The singer doesn’t just give his love away: He recently slammed Lady Gaga for being ‘predictable and boring,’ setting off a media and gay mafia frenzy.
Part of that recognition is calling to mind a simple lesson of days past: The importance of gratitude. We must remember the constant, self-sacrificial efforts made by all those on our behalf. And so, I think, we have some thanking to do.
Birthday parties. Cleaning up owies. Going to parent-teacher conferences. The giggles and laugher. The tears and hurt feelings. Fixing the bike and throwing the ball. Oh, the joys and the stresses of parenthood.
I pulled away just enough to whisper my status, innocently, in his ear. He pushed me away, furiously. My good-looking hook-up got ugly and stood up to walk out, as if he shouldn’t have ever been there without a hazmat suit.
