Nearly a year has gone by since I've written anything here. Real life seems to have taken over, any new lessons to add to the more than ...

They poured themselves through the door at 6:30, bearing gin and vermouth and game. "He was such a bore," M. the cameraman said. ...

Quick plug for the new project: queercult interviews Linas Alsenas, author of Gay America: The Struggle for Equality. He says he wouldn'...

I've contemplated giving this up, since I've reached the thousand mark. But despite my barely posting once a month, I can't quit...

We spent the day - an idyllic late-August day, late-August being unabashedly full-on autumn here in Stockholm - wandering around the south i...

They stood at the elbow of the bus - you know the part I'm talking about, the part where the back end is joined to the front on those ex...

Spring has been so late in arriving after the long hard winter. Not that I'm complaining really, I'm all for a long hard winter. It...

Have you ever been to Monte Carlo? It's about what you'd imagine: yachts in the harbor, the Hotel de Paris with tourists snapping ph...

As I sat at my desk, writing blissfully away about iPad apps - or was it tips for getting into shape for the summer? - my phone rang. It was...

And the ticker goes up a notch in the bio at the left. One more year to half a century. The Swedish word for the day is fyrtionio . It mean ...

At last the ice has melted out by Skeppsholmen and Kastellholmen, the ducks and coots and swans swimming and diving. Quite different from th...

I dreamt I was pregnant. About three months pregnant, and I could feel the little fetus in me, a hard little knot twirling around in my gut....