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Singing and Crying

Getting drunk and crying isn’t exactly something confined to a single culture. A quick ride on the Red Line during any Chicago holiday, or a late night out in Wrigleyville pretty much drives that one home as a experience that isn’t bound by any demographic. 682 more words



It was there, in the quiet hum of Chino’s guitar playing. 78 more words

Post Travel Blues

Although my days of frequent traveling are over (for now), it’s always on my mind. At least for me, personally, a few things about my lifestyle have changed since I’ve been abroad (aside from all the personal experience I’ve gained from it, of course). 280 more words


Shared History

Back when I was a baby gay, a mere lad of 20, venturing out to see the world on my own, I was blessed to be welcomed into the fold by a strong couple, Louis (or Luigi as I had come to know him) and Ira. 1,061 more words