GLYNY Again
So I'm GLYNYing again. This past spring, I chronicled the sudden and miraculous Internet reunion of my 1980s cohort of Gay and Lesbian Youth of New York (GLYNY, pronounced 'GLIH-nee'). The nation's first-ever gay youth peer support group, GLYNY was founded in New York City in 1969 as a splinter cell
GLYNY Again
You never know the characters you'll run into in a Rego Park laundry room. Doing my mid-trip laundry with Jen of the mountainous bosoms, I ran into two of New York City's most storied types of inhabitant. Neither one of which you can shoo away with a broom.
GLYNY Again
Catching up with my GLYNY AGAIN reunion friends at Astoria's Bohemian Beer Garden, the world became smaller than usual. No one expects to learn their long-ago, two-timing, perv boyfriend is the current family physician for an NYC Council candidate. At least he didn't tell the pol to call him Piglet.
Updates
The fact that I missed the two-year anniversary of Chicago Carless is a lot more important than the fall of my two-year relationship. So in celebration of the belated anniversary of my life being an open blog, I give you a look at the past 12 months of Chicago Carless.
Chicago
It's generally not a good sign when the ABC news van is parked in front of your establishment in the middle of the business day. ABC was reporting on food health violations at the new Macy's State Street. I'd much rather discuss the economic health of the store after a year of deaf-eared marketing d
Life
For weeks now I've wanted to go there, against the better counsel of friends not the least of whom is Damned-to-the-Suburbs hip chick Val ('Really, Michael, it's not really necessary.') What to do, then, when you're still angry over your break-up, and you're an opinionated native New Yorker with a b
Life
Long ago I drank the Kool-Aid and got sucked into the reality distortion field surrounding Apple and Steve Jobs. So it came as no surprise to me to find myself plonking down money I barely have for a shiny new iPhone. It's not like I had to look hard to find one.
Life
A few weeks ago, I sat down with my Korean foodie friend, (dammit I don't look like Margaret Cho) Rozella, on the breakwater at Montrose Harbor and ticked off my personal pros and cons surrounding my impending move back home to New York City. After four-and-a-half years in Hogtown, it wasn't an easy
Food and Drink
My last Taste of Chicago was definitely the best. Protest though I did last year about Chicagoans' proclivity to attend the Taste year after year although everyone rants how much it stinks, this being my sunset summer in Chicago, I decided to take one final opportunity to eat lunch over a garbage ca
Neurodivergence
Some people don't like hearing about recovery--mine or anyone else's. To others, stories of recovery are helpful tools on their own journeys to healing. I've heard both opinions regarding my recovery blogging here on Carless. The solution? Self select. Read or not as you are so inclined. But I give
Life
These are, perhaps, the most unexpected words I will ever write in my life. Tonight, I came to believe in God.
Neurodivergence
Letting go is difficult when you don’t want to do it. It's when you want to but can't that you really get into trouble. Such is the story of my life--the life of a codependent.