Read MoreI wore a military uniform for 18 years of my life. The journey to hang it in the closet, and don the apparel of a festival-going, peace-loving, feelings-oriented, openly polyamorous and queer bodyworker, forced me to confront a lot of the messages I received about what it means to be a real man in the eyes of my fellow servicemen, my military family, and myself.
…A soft groan escaped my lips. It wasn’t of pleasure or pain. It was a groan of remembering.
Read MoreI felt like no one cared when I was raped. As a boy in the 80s, and man in the 90s, I got the message to stay quiet about my sexual trauma…I certainly hadn’t expected butt plugs to be integral to my bodily and spiritual healing journey.
…A soft groan escaped my lips. It wasn’t of pleasure or pain. It was a groan of remembering.
Read MoreWho I am with the women I date and who I am with my Costco bottle of Lubriderm are so divergent, they make Jekyll and Hyde look like identical twins…giddy to log on to Pornhub and search the real rough stuff I wasn't getting with my partner.”
