Two of my clients released their secrets to me recently. Secrets that they had never told anyone prior. Secrets that they had been carrying like a overloaded backpack, stuffed with heavy supplies such as rusty metal stakes, all weather boots, more »

My father is gay and a gay New York male to the core. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this subset of person, gay New York males tend to be just a little bit concerned (consumed) with body more »

My clients are colorful. I don’t mean figuratively colorful, though I suppose they are that, too. I mean literally colorful. Their skin, by and large, is profoundly and profusely decorated with ink. Since drawing this subset of clients to my more »

I’m not sure that I would say that I fall into the category of punk, though those who don’t know what true punk is might see me as so. I have tattoos. I have my nose pierced. I have had more »

I stopped watching the news years ago. It took me a little while to catch on to the fact that every time I watched it the result was one (or all) of the following three emotions; fear, anger, or disgust. more »

I went to church this last Sunday… ish. I can’t quite bring myself to say that I went to church because to me church has always has a negative connotation. I have, admittedly and historically, considered it to be a more »

At the tender age of 36, I seem to have found what feels like the right relationship for me. This process has been intentional at times, unintentional at others. Sometimes graceful and thoughtful and sometimes flailing, groping, bumping into things more »

One evening, a couple of years ago, my partner at the time telephoned me to tell me that he was going to go out to a movie by himself and that he would not be home at the usual time more »

Prepare yourself, for I am about to talk about something heavy. If you’re in the market today for a light and funny post, this isn’t it. Gender role reversal. Yep. That’s it. The big daddy. The big mommy. This topic more »

I am going to admit something here that I am not proud of. My feelings about other women over my lifespan have not always been positive. In fact I would even go further to say that they have often been more »

I am going to come right out and say it. I am an only child. Only children get a bad wrap, in my opinion. Yes, it’s true that we like having it our way and may be a bit more more »

I am a deeply divided human being. Those who have known me longest have known this best. I have grappled with this throughout my life, at times calling this way of being flexible. At others, compartmentalized. I grew up in more »

For two months, I watched a bird build a nest on a wooden beam over the entrance of the building where I live. It’s an old building, built in 1906 as part of the “American” exhibit for the Lewis and more »

From the tone of my column (The Dance of Therapy) one might be led to believe that I am an extrovert but it isn’t so. I am a proud, card-carrying member of the introvert’s club. In fact one of the more »

Mmmmm. I got a massage today. Afterwards I felt like positively charged mush. A massage is a luxury I treat myself to maybe three times a year. And every single time I get one I decide that I will find more »

At this moment, I am sitting on a black pleather chair at LAX waiting for my flight home on Southwest. My mother is next to me, though it is my father’s mother we are returning from visiting. My mother’s relationship more »

The center of a man’s existence is his penis. At the root of his self-worth is how he feels about the size of his penis and what he thinks about its ability to please his partners. As men, our relationship more »