Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.
I drove my best friend, Bruce, home after my husband, Doug, and I had eaten dinner with him. When he opened the door to get out of my Camry, I shivered as premature winter-cold rushed in. But the brisk temperature outside stung less than my frigid relationship with Doug.
As Bruce stepped out of the car, I said to him, “I don’t know what’s up. Something’s really wrong between Doug and me right now.”
For a moment, Bruce sat there half in and half out of the car, considering how to respond to my comment. Then he stepped back into the car and closed the door against the cold. …
I often hear questions such as “Am I too old to love again?” Since most of the men I work with are gay, bisexual, questioning, or curious, many are questioning a decision to come out later in life.
Here is one comment I received — like many others — from a man who is in his sixth decade and whose wife following her menopause announced that she no longer wanted to have sex. This triggered his exploration of long-suppressed same-sex attractions.
I have edited his note to protect his identity:
I felt like I was asked to resign as a sexual being. At first I felt sad, then I became very depressed. I could not take that. It took a long time to realize I needed to act, not just suffer. …
As I read through the Washington Post’s top ten baking recipes of 2020, I came across a recipe for “Gooey Pot Brownies.” I love brownies, and I thought, I wonder what kind of kettle she uses for baking these brownies.
Then I read, “made possible by medical-grade marijuana procured from my friend’s then-boyfriend.” I thought, Ohhh, those brownies.
She went on, “In many places, you no longer need a friend with medical connections and pro-level skills to acquire excellent edibles.” I read on to learn that bakeries are baking “edibles,” and TV shows and cookbooks like Bong Appetite are available. …