The M Word
It’s not pretty, folks, but you knew it was going to show up here sooner or later, right? I’m talking about — I really don’t like the word — the big M, solitary vice, M-A-S-T-U-R-B-A-T-I-O-N. Whew,...
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When I was ten or eleven, I somehow1 came across a letter to my mother, written by a psychologist, I think Joseph Nicolosi — anyway if not him, somebody else in the field. She was worried about me and...
View ArticleA History of Tears
“Oh, stop crying already.” It’s twenty years ago, but I remember the exact tone of my father’s voice, equal parts impatience and disgust. To me, crying is something that happens, not something I can...
View ArticleMy One Essential Piece Of Advice…
…for parents of gay kids: For your son to go through life thinking of himself as Different and Damaged would be much, much worse than for him to go through life just thinking dudes are hot. So, you...
View ArticleWednesday Tweet Digest, Vol. 3
The best (according to me) tweets I have twitted over the course of the previous week or so, as a momentary stay against the essential evanescence of twitter. My phone buzzes and says “4:30 – Meds”. I...
View ArticleQuick Thoughts on Augustine
I’m reading Augustine’s Confessions again. He is terribly hard on himself for things that most of us would dismiss without a second thought: we’d say either “Oh, that wasn’t so bad,” or “You didn’t...
View ArticleWednesday Tweet Digest, Vol. 10
The best (according to me) tweets I have twitted over the course of the previous week or so, as a momentary stay against the essential evanescence of twitter. I just did a quick Alt + Tab so the random...
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