A Family and Friend's Guide to Sexual Orientation helps individuals and families to bridge the divide between gay and straight, to heal wounds that often accompany individuals and families' negative feelings about lesbians, gay men, bisexuals, and transgendered persons. Consisting of thirty stories by individuals who have come to accept and embrace their own sexuality, twelve of the stories are by heterosexuals who, in addition to talking about their own sexuality...

For the first time ever, managers will have a tool that will enable them to effectively grapple with the controversial, and sometimes explosive issues surrounding sexual orientation. Cultivated from Bob Power's 25 years business experience with some of the world's finest organizations, A Manager's Guide to Sexual Orientation in******the Workplace provides managers with the knowledge, skills and resources to foster higher productivity and performance through an all...

Imagine Valentine's Day. Then imagine a party, a hundred or so people crammed inside a small, upstairs apartment; from someone's iPod we hear "indie" music ironically spliced with flavor-of-the-month club hits. Imagine, also, a young man. His name is Christopher. He sits on a couch, beside two Spanish boys.I must explain: two Spanish boys, both lovely and smiling and pleasant; with hands tucked tightly into their laps, they will giggle at someone, anyone, for having said or done som...

Saliva, or Drowning Pool, or something kicked me in the dick through a shitty PA system as a big son-of-a-bitch announced as Loco Mask II—wearing a sequined blue hood with crazy yellow dragons stitched onto the sides—charged through the curtain and down the aisle towards a shoddily built ring. On his way there, an old woman in the crowd lobbed a plastic cup of beer at him. It exploded against his greasy pectorals.Mom said to me, "That's Jack. He's what you call a 'heel'—a bad guy."

Johnny Thunders is dead. Hit and run. Hadn't seen my poor, neglected Johnny in months, and here I am burying him. With my bare hands and a shovel I am burying him. In the backyard of the house Phoebe and I had once lived in together, he is being buried. I look over and see Flora, Phoebe's bitch mother, the same woman who's convinced everyone, including Phoebe, what a "childish mess" I am; which, in a sense, is true, but Christ, what a lousy thing to tell people—to take so much pleasure in ...