Powered by Max Banner Ads Close Encounters with My Own Kind: Why I Might Just Be a Gaysogynist by Mikey Rox As summertime prepares to unleash its perspiratory fury, I’m asked the same question over and over regarding my warm-weather plans – “Going to Fire Island?” The answer is always no. I’ve never been to Fire Island – and it’s not on the itinerary this year. Understand that... 

Gotta Give ’em Hope by Mikey Rox Before I knew what gay meant, my idea of pride consisted of a family of lions. Of course, as I began to understand my sexuality and subsequently accept it, pride took on another meaning. But I’m still not someone who celebrates the entire month of June surrounding myself with all things gay. In fact, I’m rather repulsed by pride celebrations – especially the...