How big a role in a gay relationship does body size play?
Is hooking up with your neighbor the best idea, or the worst?
The ways we love in our 20s. (**Hint: there’s lots of sex)
Kyle Langan goes on a Chappy date with a celebrity with harboring a secret all his own.
“The first time you marry for love, the second for money, and the third for companionship.” – Jaqueline Kennedy Onassis [Editor’s Note] It’s a funny thing, love, isn’t it? Strangely enough, my mother told me this quote many years ago and for some reason, it always stuck with me. It seemed to be the perfect contradiction of a person I could never quite figure out; a romantic, a strategist, and a woman just looking for a little happiness. And maybe that’s just what Jackie intended when she spoke it; to reveal different sides of herself, yet keep who she truly was at her core a mystery… – KL Having been married two times, just as Jackie Kennedy was, her words resonate not only with me, but for all women who, for whatever reason, have been married more than once. After a woman has children, her little babies influence almost every…
Albert Einstein once said, “life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” As I packed up my last cardboard box full of my prized nonstick pots and pans, I was finding out that moving was something not to be taken lightly – but I wasn’t feeling very balanced yet. I was leaving my beachside abode because my lease was expiring, and was moving all of my belongings into a storage facility before moving in with Jack. By the way for those who live in Australia, I will leave here some Storage providers that can help you out. Cohabitating with Jack was a temporary decision until I found a new domicile, and though I was extremely stressed out about the entire process of moving everything I owned into a storage facility, I was also kind of excited to be moving in with him. I was…
Aiden was proving to be someone that was hard to get over. It had been months since we ended things, yet still I had this yearning to see him. He had since moved on and found himself a boyfriend, which by all accounts social media-wise, looked like he was blissfully happy. Our relationship had ended with me wanting more, so saying goodbye was hard for me. It was like watching a TV show that ends with a cliffhanger and doesn’t get picked up for another season, so for all you know, the hero of the show is still dangling off that proverbial cliff. And that was me. Clutching on for dear life to a cliff I knew I’d never be able to climb back on top of. Jack, of all people, asked me something in a moment of trying to comfort me one day that stuck with me, even to…
Over the month-long winter break, Jack and I had become basically inseparable. We were going out together constantly, spending time together, really becoming closer in whatever undefinable “thing” our relationship was. I knew Aiden needed space to figure out what he wanted us to be, so I was giving it to him, though part of me couldn’t wait to see him as soon as he returned to Los Angeles. Upon his return, we went for a lovely hike in Malibu and I invited him to an alumni event that my college was hosting in LA. While there, my friend/college crush/college fling, Caroline, whom had also relocated to LA, had the chance to meet Aiden, which I was more than thrilled about. Caroline is a diminutive, bubbly, outgoing Italian girl who always has an opinion and is never afraid to speak it. I hadn’t come out to her yet, though, so…
Ah, Christmas in LA. Summer sunshine, eighty degree weather, pool parties decorated with Christmas trees…expecting the stereotypical winter wonderland is like looking for meaning in a Jim Carey movie; even though you know you won’t find it, you foolishly find yourself expecting it to happen. Aiden had decided to go back to the midwest to see family. Jack was spending the holiday with some friends, while I had committed to head to San Diego to visit family members whom I hadn’t seen in a while. It had been a month since Aiden and I had gone on our 11/11 date. He had set up a special evening on November 11th (11/11) because of our special time, where we had a really nice dinner and spent quality time together, enjoying each other’s company in a blissfully happy way that seemed too good to be true. It was perfect. However, in the…
Things with Aiden were going great. In just a few short weeks together, he had helped me move into a new apartment (while he moved into my old one), I was getting the chance to meet his friends and spend time with them – further giving me insight into who he was, and we even texted each other every day at 11:11 – the time of day when you’re supposed to make a wish for something. Because I was so happy being with him, there really wasn’t anything I wished for, romantically at least, so in a sense, he offered me a fulfillment that was new, comforting, and happy. I was still seeing Jack, though our physical relationship had taken a brief hiatus because of Aiden, and yet, whenever I was around him, I’d get feelings. You know the ones. I’d become all swoon-y and get butterflies; even hanging out…
Life is all about choices. Six months had passed with Jack and I was happier than I had been since moving to Los Angeles – maybe even happier than I had been in five years. I was choosing to spend my time with someone I cared deeply for, and with that relationship I also inherited a slew of new, amazing friends that I was thrilled to see every day. However, though I was having the time of my life and though my feelings were strong, I wasn’t letting myself become waylaid by the “details” of what Jack and I were. We had our thing together and it made me happy. And no one had to understand it but us. Though, as all relationships do, both friendship and romantic, there comes a time for progression. People become closer and relationships jump to the next level. While Jack and I were becoming…
This is a special quote that really speaks to me, transcribed word for word, from a film that I enjoy. Any haters might know it as “Witty, Privileged White Lady Travels The World”, but I like to think of it as a movie that kinda changed my life; Eat Pray Love. Thought it might inspire. I mean, the metaphor, guys. The metaphor…”It begins when the object of your affection, bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never even dared to admit you wanted. An emotional speed ball of thunderous love and excitement. Soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie. When it’s withheld, you turn sick, crazy, not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place, but now, refuses to pony up the good stuff.”God damn him. And he used to give it to you for…