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I suggested we take three steps to my bedroom. Mr. Rex stopped scanning the room and locked eyes with me.
‘Nevermind,’ he said. ‘I can’t do this.’
From day one, Susan G. Komen Foundation stepped in. I never had to worry about how I was going to pay for my medical costs.
Dear Shanna,
If someone gets their nipples pierced, does that enhance the sensation in them, or does it make them feel numb? Does it change if the barbells are vertical or horizontal?
Dear Shanna,
Is it typical for lesbians to not be turned on by watching lesbian sex, but instead by watching gay (male) porn?
– Confused in Centennia
There are two sides of an HIV diagnosis: Hearing the news, and then breaking it. Figuring out who to tell and how to tell them can be almost as scary as finding out in the first place. For many, the first group on the docket is family.
I aspired to be the kind of person who wouldn’t want to see Magic Mike. It seemed almost cliché to flock to theatres for excessive shots of hot leading actors’ bodies. But when a friend invited me to group viewing on opening night, my aspirations went out the window.
Endless calls came in on my daughters’ phone after the Century 21 theater shooting in Aurora last month: friends telling her that one of her classmates’ mother was a victim. Since some of the same “friends” played a similar joke on her a few months ago, I didn’t believe them and encouraged my daughter not to believe them as well. I made her turn off the phone. I reassured her that it was just a rumor and that I would find out the truth.
I’ve been with my girlfriend for a few years now. I love her a lot, and everything is great … except for I’m getting really sick of having to strap it on. I mean, I like some hot harness action as much as anyone else, but it seems as though that is all she likes. She says it’s not “real” sex unless there is penetration. Am I stuck with this, or is there hope in diversifying our sex life?
About a year ago, I received a Facebook message from an editor at Out Front Colorado. He said they wanted to put together a dynamic cover for their annual AIDS Walk issue – a group shot of local, out poz persons who reflect various generations of the disease. It sounded brilliant, and somewhat scary to be a part of.
I never thought that our last words would be an argument over who our beautiful daughter looked more like.
He was charming. He was handsome. He was a minister. He was perfect to co-create with. We both agreed that we wanted children. Best of all, he didn’t have a problem with me being gay.
