I spoke with Alexander Gerard the other day who hosts the Proud to be Out podcast. We discussed some of the more specific issues gay…
Month: July 2020
In the movie, Death Becomes Her, Madeline Ashton’s (Meryl Streep) lamentation on the inevitable decline of her youth, “Wrinkled wrinkled little star, hope they never see the scars” probably hits a little closer to home than most of us would like to admit. For thousands of years people have dreamt of, written about and searched for the ever elusive “Fountain of Youth.” From early Greek and Roman mythology to modern day (think, websites devoted to botched plastic surgery) we have always been obsessed with trying to fend off the ravishes of aging. But before you make an appointment with that Beverly Hills surgeon, or a deal with the Devil, consider this, there are several ways in which exercise can help keep you young!
The other night I went on a first date and I experienced something that I hadn’t in a very long time. Before I let your imagination run too wild, I will just tell you. It was the first time in quite a while that I experienced being the “new guy” in the gym. I am pretty sure I have you totally confused now at this point. I can almost hear you thinking… first date, you went to a GYM? How romantic! That’s the kind of weird things that could happen when you ask a personal trainer out.
I would easily say that some of my biggest lessons came from some of my biggest mistakes. One time when I was much younger and a hell of a lot more naive, I quit my job, packed up everything I owned and moved halfway across the country to a place where I didn’t know a soul. I say that because even though I made the move for love which would imply I knew SOMEONE there… it turns out I didn’t really know him either.
There are a few different situations when it seems like time grinds to a screeching halt and minutes can feel like hours. For example… holding a plank, waiting for someone you’re interested in to text you back, and that awful stretch of time between
My toxic trait is that I cannot seem to control myself around a lot of things. Usually it’s things like guys who don’t treat me well, or things I don’t need from Ross, but it’s marked down even more from it’s already rock bottom everyday price so how can I resist?!? I won’t be talking about either of those things today, mainly because I have to save SOMETHING to talk to my therapist about.
It was about 20 years ago, I was living on my own in Colorado. I was in my mid-twenties, footloose and on my own. Things were going great, until they weren’t. I’m not really sure what happened, because it creeps in on you, or at least it did on me. It wasn’t like one day I woke up and decided I couldn’t leave the house. But that’s where my depression took me, to the point that anything outside of my house seemed like an impossible task. I was convinced I was too ugly and too dumb to be out in public. That I shouldn’t subject anyone to have to look at me or have any sort of interaction with me. I did have to leave the house for work, which some days would make me sick to my stomach or some days leave me contemplating suicide. It was an all day process trying to convince myself that it would be okay to go, that I could somehow make it through a shift. It helped that I worked at an alzheimer’s home, the residents didn’t care what I looked like or how I acted. In fact, that was probably the best job I could’ve had given the circumstances. I also learned during that time, which was probably the better part of a year, that I could go to Subway and get a giant sandwich that I could use for a couple of meals. Although, I would always feel bad for the person at Subway who had to make a sandwich for me.