
Oh, to be someone else. The Old Long Johnson cat, maybe. He got his fifteen minutes of fame and wasn’t borne to the ground by the crushing weight of his hideous, inexplicable adipose tissue in the process. Have you seen how I walk? How I play? I can’t even ascend the stairs, for crying out loud. I’m [...]
























“My ex-wife knew, on some level, that I was gay, at the time we got married. We both were in such denial.”
This is a comment by on the post “Coming Out To Your Wife”.