I’m 200 feet from the stage, but on the Jumbotron I can see Big Boi’s weird plaid pastel quadruple-breasted suit-short combo thing, and that André 3000′s black jumpsuit says “Art or Fart?” in big white letters. He is wearing a platinum wig. I have been at the Governor’s Ball for the last ten hours, and…

I was…one whose negative demands were more violent than his positive, far more eager to escape pain than to achieve happiness, and feeling it something of an outrage that I had been created without my permission. — C. S. Lewis, Surprised By Joy Two days into my week at Madonna House in Combermere, Ontario, two…

Just because a thing can’t be, doesn’t mean it’s not good. Let me clarify. Imagine this. Boy meets girl: call them Dick and Sandra. Dick falls in love with Sandra. Dick marries Sandra. Now Dick and Sandra both get ten years older. They are no longer as young as they were, and no longer as…

So okay, let’s say my and Ryan’s friendship is like that: let’s say it’s made of steel underneath, and the other bits have just got to fall away. What about the eros — does that fall away, too? Even if the answer is “no”, I’ll take it. What’s the alternative? Drop him because the friendship…

“It wasn’t that I thought you would freak out.” I’ve just, unthinkably!, told Ryan G. that I’m attracted to him, and now I am explaining why I didn’t tell him before. “I just thought you might start to…I don’t know…” “Keep my distance?” Ryan says it with a grimace, like it is the stupidest idea…