Yesterday I found myself at The Oregon Country Fair, a patchouli-soaked cabal of hackneyed licentiousness that seemed especially idiotic given the circumstances. I am normally not too fond of the Nouveau-Deadhead set or the Boomer Weekend Warriors who insist on… Read More ›
Awkward is a gross understatement for how I feel in Sheridan, Wyoming. I’m the most openly gay thing to come through this town in years, and I’m not actually gay.
No, seriously…the damn thing never ends.