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 ba...
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 t...
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 c...
“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 p...
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 familia...
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 th...
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 fo...
“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 w...
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, l...
