My One Week Flirt with Homosexuality

In those days, for a person like me, who never considered himself anything other than a boy, being a homosexual (aka faggot, queer, homo, pansy) was a curse worse than death. Even though I had very little understanding of what it really meant, I was programmed to believe homosexuality was “bad.” I knew I didn’t want to be one.

Riding with Sly

Back and forth we talked for five, maybe 10 miles, his baritone voice rich and earthy, with an American dialect so familiar and musical I pray it never perishes from the earth. When we came to a fork in the road, we said our goodbyes. Sly turned left, and I turned right.
I may never see him again, but for that one stretch of road, on a bright, cold winter’s day, I felt like I had been dipped in warm, melted chocolate.

How an American Guy in his 60’s Landed in Turkey

, I’ve been asked: “Brant. Exactly how did that happen?” My story begins on the careening decks of a ship caught in heavy seas somewhere off the coast of Cyprus. The year is 1967.

Am I an Alcoholic?

Am I an Alcoholic? Photo by Paulo Silva on Unsplash Introduction: I’m worried about men. I believe many of the world’s woes, from gun violence to domestic abuse to climate change, have their root cause in men’s health, which is to say, not healthy. I want to see that...

Caves

Caves Photo by Daniel Burka on Unsplash Below you will find a chapter from my book Blue Skyways. This chapter is especially important to me, as it attempts to explain how and why I left the faith of evangelical christianity after 30 years of devotion to Jesus Christ...

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