Benoit Denizet-Lewis wrote an intriguing piece about a visit to old friend, Michael Glatze.  Denizet-Lewis and Glatze used to work together at XY magazine. Glatze is a co-founder for Young Gay America and a former advocate for gay rights.

Many young gay men looked up to him. He and his boyfriend at the time, Ben, who also worked at the magazine, made a handsome pair — but their appeal went deeper. On weekends we would go to raves together, and I would watch as gay boys gravitated toward the couple. Michael and Ben seemed unburdened (by shame, by self-doubt) and unapologetically pursued what the writer Paul Monette called the uniquely gay experience of “flagrant joy.” But unlike some of our friends who rode the flagrant joy train all the way to rehab, Michael and Ben rarely seemed out of control. There was a balance — a wisdom — to their quest for intense, authentic experience. Together they seemed to have figured out how to be young, gay and happy.

I thought about those times as I pulled my rental car into the Wyoming town where Michael now lives. A lot had happened in the decade since we last saw each other: he and Ben started a new gay magazine (Young Gay America, or Y.G.A.); they traveled the country for a documentary about gay teenagers; and Michael was fast becoming the leading voice for gay youth until the day, in July 2007, when he announced that he was no longer gay.

Glatze’s “announcement” can be found here.

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So say the liberals progressives.

Well, shouldn’t they have known it would happen? Gwen Stefani certainly did…


Twin brothers Adrian and Julian, both Franciscan friars, die on the same day at the age of 92.  They worked at St. Bonaventure University in Florida. Adrian died in the evening after learning of Julian’s death that morning.

To dismiss the twins as blank slates would be to misjudge them; their simplicity had depth. Rarely speaking of yesterday, they lived in the God-given now. Spending hours examining every flower at the Pleasant Valley Nursery. Licking every Twist & Shake ice cream cone so as to make it last and last.

Last week, Brother Julian and Brother Adrian Riester were returned to St. Bonaventure for a memorial service and a side-by-side burial. Their coffins were carried by, among others, a few of the dozen or so Franciscans still on campus; their brothers.

The solemn and joyful day encouraged more stories about the twins. How they adorned the friary trees with birdhouses. How they toured the campus on identical bicycles, one with a pinwheel on its handlebars. And how they often sat in prayer in the chapel, so still that you might not know they were there.

Terry Mattingly calls the article a “gorgeous but strangely empty story.”


“… then we can’t believe we’re walking down the pink aisle at Toys R Us or asking for the girl’s toy in our Happy Meal. Then we can’t believe our friends haven’t seen it yet, then we can’t believe they’re becoming bronies too.”

Ponychan!

 


I fell in love with a swash-buckling archeologist, a tough barkeep with a fondness for large golden medallions, a man who knows how to use a shovel, a date-loving monkey, a suave Frenchmen, and a few Nazis.

Happy birthday, Indy.

In honor of the 30th anniversary of the greatest action film of all time, Lucasfilm has released some never-before-seen behind-the-scene photos.

If you’re looking for a good vacation spot, this may fit you like a good fedora.


You can sense the disappointment in this article on the just-released emails of Sarah Palin during her time as the Alaska governor. “It was the bombshell that wasn’t – at least it seems that way, so far.” So far… because there’s surely a bombshell in there somewhere, right? It’s Sarah Palin, after all. There has to be one.


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