To stand on the dividing line between childishness and maturity is “To strike a balance delicate and fine.” A poem by Paul Leroux.
Paul Leroux’s sonnet makes the case for poetry’s relevance.
A degenerative disease is slowly sapping Paul Leroux’s strength. But he is more of a man than ever.
My friend Marcel would never consider himself a hero. But wages a daily war against daunting foes: ignorance, apathy, intellectual and cultural atrophy, and an increasingly dimmed recollection of the wisdom of a bygone age.
Paul Leroux shares a gay man’s perspective on the visual and verbal idioms (and idiocies) of porn versus erotica.
What happens when the good chemistry of romantic love turns to toxic waste?
Men and women of every belief have been praying their whole lives, writes Paul Leroux, whether they’ve known it or not.
Paul Leroux turns to spirituality to reconcile his sexuality.
Paul Leroux discusses the ways in which today’s man can find purpose in life.
Paul Leroux believes there are better uses for our energy than vigilante justice.
All those things you learned in English lit class? They were really lessons in how to live your life.
Paul Leroux had a dream lover —mesmerizing, magnetic and memorable — for three years. And he’s kind enough to share the secrets that made that relationship work.