Powered by Max Banner Ads Columbus, I love you girl. by Marcus Morris Change is good. I am prone to change. I am writing this article on the road. I’m sitting in a coffee shop on my way to Baltimore. I’m leaving Columbus. It’s sad, but I am happy about the future. In the course of two weeks, I have decided to put my whole life on a different path. I decided to go live in Baltimore... 

Straight Up! by Marcus Morris My closest friends are all straight, with two exceptions: 1) Morné Visagie, a friend I made in Cape Town who is gay and a brilliant, well-known South African artist; and 2) Joe Nivens, a gay bear cub, talented animator and my favorite person to stroll through the gay district in Paris with at 4a. Everyone should have a friend to navigate the winding roads of Le Marais... 

Caught In A Gay Romance by Marcus Morris I want to do something different for Valentine’s Day this year. Last year I went to dinner. In 2010, I spent Valentine’s Day on a gay beach in Cape Town. That night, instead of some hot and steamy sex acts, I moaned in agony from the worst sunburn of my life. Since I thought it would be cute to wear a Speedo, I was rewarded with my inner thighs feeling like... 

Commencement by Marcus Morris I just graduated with my BFA. I’m exhausted and excited that I am finished with this part of my life. “Onward, upward” is my new motto. I’m trying to look forward, and I don’t know if reflection is necessarily the smartest thing, but I can’t help but think about the difference between myself as an incoming freshman, and the person I am today. It’s been a... 

Analyze This! by Marcus Morris When I started writing this column, I was really hung up on the notion that I had to look a certain way. Although it wasn’t necessarily the “Chelsea Look,” I wanted abs, a tight ass and great thighs. I wanted to return to a body that I had had when I wasn’t behaving very healthy. To me, the return of my 27-inch waist would be ideal. But, I am no longer a 24-year-old,... 

So Much History by Marcus Morris My history is a weird one. But, aren’t they all? As it is GLBT History month, I figure I should explore my own history. Hopefully it won’t be as boring as a high school History class. If it is, just do what I did, and sketch and doodle on your homework. I was born a poor black child. Haha. Honestly, I was born a lower-class child to two parents of mixed-race in... 

Porn Business by Marcus Morris Recently, I took a few days to get away from the routine that is life. I really needed it. This summer has been really fucking busy. If I am not working my “glamorous” day job slinging hash for Republican lobbyists, interning for a clothing company, doing freelance projects to pad my pockets, or writing this “Pulitzer Prize-winning” column, I am sleeping. Desperately... 

The Art of Being the Bigger Person by Marcus Morris Last month I set about trying to rehab the outside self. Who knew it would be so difficult to get off my ass and get to the gym! The goal of being in a body I love is still in place, but I have to focus on the big picture. The big picture includes working on some of the things in life that are not related to having a great set of abs and an impossibly... 

Gay Fat by Marcus Morris I got fat. I got gay fat. Not human fat. Not American fat. Not Wal-Mart fat, but gay fat. Gay fat is when you become heavier than you were, and you don’t become a gym bunny. It’s sort of like “middle-age spread” when you are 28. Since my last article for outlook, I have become a potato chip bunny. In the summer of 2007, I weighed 145 pounds, wore a size 27 waist, and...