A beginner's guide for those who prefer their Ocean on the west side of town.

I am SO EXCITED to be starring in the new season of the Real World! In my head!

The soundtrack of my life about the men who shaped me.

Nothing like reality or the truth to fuck up a really good dream.

There really is nothing better than being gay... except having to explain it all the fucking time...

One glorious night I decided to join in on the bandwagon of "Corona Hairdos" and decided to bleach my beard snow white.

Trans-Nomenclature: I was born "Breeze" but people identified me as my government name.

There is no reason why I could not rule the world. or you. Why the f*ck not? "All of this was someone's idea, it could just as well be mine"

I miss my friend Calvin. I miss him every day. I wish he were here to help me live my best life. It cost $100 today. Worth every penny.

I declared myself a feminist while in the same breathe called this grown woman a “little girl” and a “f*cking lying coward c*nt whore of a b

The following was written by my friend Tony Davis who is a loud and proud Floridian. As a Los Angelian I want to do my part in spreading his

A little dissertation about the current state of my sex life which always blurs into my love life and both need a little attention right abo

What does one do when one is exhausted and self-conscious about their appearance? One drinks themselves into a complete stupor.

I’m listening to an album called Spiritual War by this band called Fertile Ground. It accidentally came on a random playlist a couple of days ago. It brings back so many memories. Particularly a song called “Broken Branches.” I used to listen that song all the time back in the day. It was released in 2000. Can you fucking believe that? Seventeen fucking years! Has it been that long? I was new to Los Angeles. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for adventure and change, thinki

Listening to "Goodbye" by Lizz Wright. I used to listen to this song on repeat and just cry my eyes out thinking about Dean. It's just so weird thinking about it now. It just seems like lightyears away. I used to REALLY be in love with that guy. I can barely remember it now. What I do recollect are the mountains of journal entries I used to write about him and how all my friends said that I was bugging them too much complaining about him. It feels like a movie; like I'm remem

Donald Trump is the President of the United States. It’s one of those statements that loses it’s impact in the wrong time and place. To say that in 1985 it would be laughable, something on the level of Mickey Mouse being the Secretary of State. In 2040 it will just be a blip in the history books like yup... he was, whatever. And I don’t think people in Ghana would give a shit at any time. But right here, right now, in America, it’s HOURS fresh and the single most horrifying s

One of the more intriguing aspects of the BDSM and kink communities that I find is the participation of African Americans and our acceptance of the label “slave.” I have always rationalized that if I were ever able to have an articulate conversation with my ancestors about how my proclivity towards leather and little flogging is indeed a celebration of the work they put in to keep as many light years between their plight and my own (and not a political act cleverly designed a

Despite the fact that my main profession revolves around technology I have never been a big tech nerd. While I can navigate through any software, program, application and many games thrown at me, for the most part I’m not really one to ride the wave of modern technology. This has never been so blatantly true as when it comes to cell technology. For YEARS I avoided buying a cell phone and when I finally broke down to purchase one I remember the customer representative behind t

It’s been a little over 24 hours since the massacre that happened at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, FL leaving at least 50 dead and 53 injured. The Pulse, if you didn’t know, is a gay night club and I, if you didn’t know, am a gay man who is all over Facebook and Twitter and with the deluge of opinions and conjecture that has flooded every social media outlet, I imagine anything I would say about the shooting would just be a single drop in an ocean of posts, tweets and video

So I went to a pool party. A lot of stuff happened. Well not a LOT, I was just on the rag for some strange reason, my emotions were just COMPLETELY out of whack. Kept thinking about the ex-boyfriend. Let’s back up a little. I wound up meeting up with Abdul at the bathhouse a couple of days earlier. We had already made plans to meet up at the pool party to do some deep hermano y hermano heart space talking, so the bathhouse was something “extra” for me. Especially since the Mo