Tag: gay
member name: Timothy State
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March 10, 2007 05:07 PM EST --
I am here to testify on the morning after an abdominal workout that has left me moving around as if every rib in my torso has been kicked by a kangaroo. I am here to testify I am a victim held hostage . . .
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May 17, 2006 08:33 AM EDT --
Our dogs have the personalities of perpetual toddlers who are eternally experimenting with defying authority, asserting their independence, and putting everything not tied down into their mouths. As a . . .
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January 28, 2007 01:29 PM EST --
"How many for dinner," the host asked. The restaurant overlooked the Pacific Ocean. The sun had slipped below the horizon, gentle glows of pink and amber filter through the sky, ending the evening . . .
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January 21, 2007 01:03 AM EST --
The stupid American in me is easily overwhelmed in a foreign country. It started with the immigration and customs paperwork that we completed on the airplane as we began to descend into Valle Central where . . .
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February 19, 2006 08:58 PM EST --
Our dogs have the personalities of perpetual toddlers who are eternally experimenting with defying authority, asserting their independence, and putting everything not tied down into their mouths. As a . . .
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February 19, 2006 09:00 PM EST --
Only one type of injury was sustained during Saturday's Foam Party at the Bourbon Street Pub in New Orleans. While this statement is true it is not the whole of it. 'Injury' does not accurately . . .
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January 20, 2007 08:21 PM EST --
"I'm kind of nervous," I said, turning to Misty Dawn, on the first night of our weekly Lake Forest Citizen's Police Academy class. Misty is a thin, fashion-conscious divorced mother of . . .
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February 19, 2006 08:44 PM EST --
Rob and I are sitting at Hamburger Mary's, having a conversation we should have had 12 years ago. We're talking about dating and love, breakups and heartache, trust and betrayal. It's part . . .
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February 19, 2006 08:52 PM EST --
I remember the first time a girl kissed me. I was a late-bloomer, a junior in high school, able to drive. My mother was convinced that my dating dry spell to this point was simply an issue of finding the . . .
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January 21, 2007 10:57 PM EST --
The top of the volcano exploded like a firecracker. Even from our distance of a couple kilometers, we could hear the lava popping out of Volcano Arenal as it belched glowing flows of lava cascading down . . .
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January 21, 2007 10:34 AM EST --
This language barrier is much more challenging than I ever anticipated. As we sped into San Jose City on the freeway, we'd pass a sign before I could fully comprehend it. The taxi drivers here, as . . .
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January 22, 2007 11:48 PM EST --
"The animals, they don't like the rain," Alexander told us. "They stay home when it rain and don't come to greet the tourist."
While it rains in the rainforest, it generally . . .
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January 27, 2007 09:24 AM EST --
Our final day in La For Tuna, the skies opened up, and as the sun rose higher, nothing but blue sky emerged behind the silhouette of the two conical peaks of Volcano Arenal. While we couldn't see the . . .
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March 13, 2007 11:42 PM EDT --
Best Gay Blog Review
Originally uploaded by Timothy State.
I woke up this morning to a totally flattering review of my Balancing Boyfriends blog. Best Gay Blogs featured me in their daily review. Best . . .
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January 21, 2007 01:45 AM EST --
It is a great honor that two of my stories have been included in a new anthology celebrating the surviving spirit of a city devastated. Love, Bourbon Street: Reflections of New Orleans, a collection of . . .
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February 19, 2006 08:48 PM EST --
When I was in eighth grade, I would go to developmental dances and stand there, clinging to the wall. These social mixers were designed to allow boys and girls to mingle in a positive, supervised manner . . .
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February 19, 2006 09:02 PM EST --
It was a completely different crowd than I expected. Although, to say that, is to imply that I had some preconceived notion as to what might happen. That at this particular moment, standing in the pit . . .
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February 19, 2006 09:11 PM EST --
I could be sleeping in a feather bed with 300-thread-count cotton sheets at the W Hotel in Chicago's loop. But I'm not. I'm on a gurney in the hallway of Northwestern Memorial Hospital's . . .
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