About a year ago, a friend from Utah called to tell me that he was gay. I'll call him James, though that's absolutely not his real name. This would have been March or April, about six months after Prop 8 passed. We spent two hours on the phone that night, and several more over the next few weeks. He'd talked about it on some anonymous online forums, and even been on one or two tentative dates, but I was otherwise the first person that he told. I wonder now if he chose me because he could call from two thousand miles away: if I were to reject him, at least he wouldn't have to see my face when I did it. We were both Mormon. He no longer is. READ MORE

Everyone's got a "green vertical" these days, because the planet is very important. Now, thank the Goddess, we have one too. READ MORE