I got home super late last night. One of those nights where you dump your belongings and drag yourself up the stairs. I dumped my countless...

There are 101 days until Wednesday January 28, 2015. That's three months and nine days from my 4th annual 40th Birthday. Which means th...

So... age old concern. My homework is cutting into my romantic life. At the end of next week I have an eight page paper due on whether the ...

On Saturday night I found myself out on a date. A date that ended up in a cozy booth at my favorite place to dine; The Denver Diner in down...

My first car was a 1968 Ford Mustang. No. It was not brand new. I found this car in a ditch around 1991, and towed it home with the help of...

We sat in the morning sun. It was strange. I had been on Castro Street a countless number of times. Never, on an early Monday morning. I ...

As I stood at the base of the south tower on the Golden Gate Bridge, I was mezmorized by the bay of San Francisco stretching out in front of...

Today as morning greeted San Fransico, I was thankful that the hotel is across the street from two essentials.  A 24 Hour Fiitness gym, and ...

Alright, I made it to San Fransico. I quickly realized that I should always vacation with a corporate HRish like Lesbian.  As three gay men ...

Inside the Blogger.com site, where I write this abomination of a blog, there is a handy page that gives me a ton of interesting data. Like ...

It just may have happened. That Autumn just might have arrived to my city. Yes, I'm aware that it's only the second week of Septemb...

I am just ten days away from my much desired vacation to San Francisco. An escape from the beginning of Autumn in Colorado, and the real wo...

I'm not quite sure how I missed it. It was on the syllabus since day one, along with all the other assignment due dates.  "Saturda...

Yesterday was one of those days where I had to be at work at five a.m. A new phone system was being installed and apparently only Steve spe...

The issue with dating again, if there is just one issue, is the complex dance of ritual required. These movements to attract just the right...

Damn conventionalists. Damn convention. The weather outside seemed a tiny bit different this morning. A change had happened. When approachi...

So as many of you have noticed and sent in questions to the blog; yes, I am dating. Or, to say I'm on the hunt for a quality boy to date...

There are 30 days until my trip to San Francisco's Folsom Street Fair. A trip that is required in the gay scriptures as needing to happe...

Ever have one of those "Lone Wolf" weekends? A weekend where it just works out that all the friends are either out of town or att...

I have lived, pretty much, in the same gay coffee house since it opened in the early nineties.  Other than a multi-year life in Dallas in w...

I have been attempting to eat in a healthier manner. This is a far cry from the back-lash of my stuff-everything-into-my-face-hole policy I...

The problem with summer, if there are any real problems other than the fear of not fitting into your Speedo that you rocked after weeks of ...

This weekend found me yearning to get out of town. That's probably why Friday evening you would of spotted my Jeep speeding through Bou...

It is amazing to me to wake up and realize that I only have one month left of summer. Well, until school starts again, anyway. This fall se...

I have found that the easiest way to wash my bike after a day out, is to leave it strapped to the back of my Jeep and simply drive it throu...