Tales of West Hollywood

There are several traditional rites of passage between a boy and his Dad: When he teaches you to shave. When he lets you drive for th...

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When I was growing up, I was fascinated by a photo of my father sitting on a burro in Tijuana. Dad is tanned, muscular, smiling, wearing...

Rock Island When I was a kid, my boyfriend Bill and I were constantly on the lookout for evidence that sometimes men like men, and marry...

When I was growing up in Rock Island, the adults always asked "Is there any girl at school that you like?" but never "Wh...

When I was in kindergarten, first, and second grade, we lived in Racine, Wisconsin.  I have only a few memories from that period: going to...

When I was growing up in Rock Island, most boys were obsessed with being "men," doing exactly what men were supposed to do and ...

Rome City, Indiana, Thanksgiving 1971 A week after my 11th birthday, we are back in Indiana for Thanksgiving. Grandma Davis, Aunt No...

Garrett, Indiana, Spring 1965 One of my earliest memories: It's a warm night in the springtime.  We're  living on Randolph Str...

Rock Island, November 1968.  A Thursday, two days after my eighth birthday.  Mom isn't feeling well, so she's in bed already.  D...

Plains, October 2014 Last fall, around Halloween, I got an email about the next M4M Party from a guy named Phil: "I'll be driv...