San Diego, May 1971 The story so far: Roger (aka “Sugar”), who is relatively new to gay life, went out on the town in drag for the first time with other cross-dressers (or “He-Shes” as they were known locally) and met a man named “Kevin” in a local gay bar/club. Sugar and Kevin find out they have much in common (both are from Kansas, for instance) and are drawn to each other. They go to Kevin's apartment and have oral sex...

San Diego, May 1971 I was nervous as hell and hoped I looked alright. The long blonde wig I wore made my head sweat and itch like hell. And though the bra and the breast forms underneath the fuzzy sweater made me look passable when I looked at myself in the mirror earlier--and the makeup Crystal, Brenda and Chiffon had expertly applied helped a great deal in that respect--deep down inside I knew that I didn't feel very fe...

I should have known it was just too good a set-up.  My wife, Cindy, took off for a week-long visit to her longtime girlfriend up in Wyoming, leaving me home alone.  Of course, I didn't really plan on being alone the whole time she was gone.  I was on my cell phone calling Veronica before Cindy's car even got fully out of town that morning, probably. Cindy had taken a week off to drive up to Cheyenne to visit her girlfrien...

“Hey there, hard-on,” a melodious contralto voice asked, “you got a light?” I looked over at the tall black girl next to me and saw she held a cigarette between two long-nailed fingers, angling it in my direction. As I fished the lighter out of my shirt pocket, she stepped closer. I flicked the Zippo's friction wheel and she moved even closer as she bent over to touch the cigarette tip to the flame and suck it alight. She...

My friend Clyde passed away a few years ago. His prostate cancer returned and carried him away, rather quickly, it seemed. I went to his memorial service, of course. And while I was there sitting in a pew at the funeral home chapel I noticed a few familiar faces among his family and friends. I couldn't put names to most of those faces because they were guys I'd met at Clyde's place. Several times when I had called up Clyd...

No, it was not that kind of “desktop.” I'm not even sure “laptops,” as opposed to ”desktops,” had been invented yet at the time. In 1985, personal computers were still pretty clunky things that took up a lot of space, even though they might have fit on the top of a desk. They were just called “computers” and though my office had a couple, none of them was on my desk. Hell, they might have interfered with my view if they h...

  I didn't really have anything going on that day, so I thought I'd give old Clyde a call. I was working second shift and other than gardening and/or housework, I usually had daytimes free until I had to go to work at 4:00. Clyde and I had been friends for several years. We met one day in the park when I was cruising through, just looking for what I could find. I stopped by one little restroom kiosk to get rid of some of...

“Wow, she looks just about ready to pop,” a soft contralto voice said from over my shoulder. I turned to see who it was talking to me. It was Gloria, my wife's cousin. We stood together at the holiday party buffet table watching my seven-months-pregnant wife talking to some other cousins ten or twelve feet away from us. “Actually,” I told Gloria, who was close beside me so she could hear me over the din of the DJ and conv...

I got an email from Ralph one day a few years or ago. “Wanna play?” is all the email said. Ralph and I have known each other for a while and an email was how he usually contacts me.“Sure. What time?” I emailed him back. Ralph lives in a nearby town. He, like me, is retired and we both have a lot of time on our hands. But Ralph is usually tied town at his house caring for his cancer-stricken wife (he says, anyway) and is o...