Sibling Rivalry

Forget to Forgive

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Bull Shit, Family 0 Comments

Over the last twelve months I’ve stayed in semi-close contact with a few of my mom’s friends. One of which I’ve known since I was a little boy. She’s always been a colorful character and is safely deemed Mom’s best friend. She also has a relationship with my sister, and out of the blue, Sherrie, the bestie, sent me a …

OraQuick

You’re Clean…or Not…

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
All, Reviews 0 Comments

Most people who are sexually active get tested on a regular basis. Well, responsible people who are sexually active get tested. It’s just good sense. My habit is to do so in September and March, every six months, using my birthday and half-birthday as the reminder to take care of business. This year however, things have changed and made getting …

Bagel

Date and Repeat

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
Break up, Bullseye, Dating, Google Guy 0 Comments

How do we know when we like someone? Actually, the better question is, how do we know when someone likes us? The question comes up now as another guy bites the dust. After a lap around the Met, Google Guy sat in silence while I gnawed on a bagel and sipped at boiling hot coffee. As we left he said, …

"My wife couldn't come.She's got a headache."

Take Your Positions, Please

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
Dating, Sex 0 Comments

This is the point in the conversation where I would warn you that I’m about to over-share…what else is new? Gay sex, that thing, there’s generally a top and a bottom. In some instances you get the vers guy that does both, which I’ve found generally leads to them being a bottom. Vers seems to be more of a cloaking …

Goodbye

And here we are…

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
Bar, Friends, Mom 0 Comments

So it turns out to be true: Time will move us forward. Three-hundred and sixty-five days ago I was sure in my thinking that I’d be right here. That was correct. Who would be with me was incorrect. It’s been three-hundred and sixty-six days since the moment Mom passed away. How odd it stills seems. Rather than let the anniversary …