Oh, the memories. The scent of old gym mats, the echo of squeaking sneakers and the ever-present, vaguely terrifying whistle of Coach Thompson. If you grew up any time before, say, the era of smartwatches and personal trainers for toddlers, you’ll likely remember the post-exertion ritual designed to transform us into miniature athletic scientists: the dreaded pulse check.
My partner has too much rainbow stuff. I prefer to be a low-key gay. I need some help in dealing with this!
You'd think as Buff Boys we'd focus a lot of time on hair and fitness products. Well, actually, I guess we kinda do. Never mind. I thought it was going to be a more creative introduction. Fail. (Cut me some slack, I'm new at this writing thing!)
It’s natural to be nervous on your first date. It’s an exciting time for a teenager. After all, it could be a lifelong relationship. But, let’s be honest, it’s not. Nevertheless, hours of preparation goes into making it a memorable time for not only you but the date you’re trying to impress.
Confession time: I’m a creature of convenience. Not the kind that meticulously plans out every minute, optimizing for peak efficiency. No, I’m the kind that eyes the overflowing laundry basket and thinks, “Hmm, maybe that’s a job for Future Me,” then immediately opens a food delivery app. Because, let’s be real, the entire premise of these glorious modern marvels – be it Instacart, DoorDash, Uber Eats, or the burgeoning legion of "someone else doing it for you" services – is the noble act of outsourcing the mundane.
The fun thing about food during Pride is coming up with creations that incorporate the rainbow into exciting dishes and treats. Enter: rainbow crepe cake!
I was pretty drunk when I met someone at Pride. In the moment I expressed interest and we made out a bit. Now that I think about everything (and sobered up) I kinda regret it. Am I a dick if I ghost?
I just don’t get birthdays.
As someone who spends a fair amount of time on the road in Los Angeles, I've always appreciated the convenience of modern in-car technology.
I always loved working in an office. I appreciated having a desk and a computer – a space I could call home base.
It was a bit of a drive from Lafayette to McGee's Swamp Tours but it is sure worth it! The Atchafalaya Swamp is definitely your chance to get up close with alligators... but not too close. Well, you get pretty close.
A WeHo brunch is about celebrating love, acceptance, and of course, delicious food and drinks! And what better way to toast to these values than with a vibrant, colorful rainbow sangria? This recipe is easy to make, visually stunning and packs a fruity punch that's perfect for a warm summer morning.
My boyfriend has suddenly jumped on the pronoun bandwagon and insists I refer to him as "they" and I refuse. I'm gay, I'm with a guy, I'm not with a plural. Something so strange like a pronoun is destroying my relationship.
The television flickered, casting a familiar, soft glow across the room. Against my better judgment, I found myself — yet again — marooned in the captivating, often bewildering, world of The Bachelor.
A few years ago, after countless disappointing attempts with makeshift methods and a growing craving for gourmet gelato, I decided it was time to invest in a dedicated ice cream maker. After much research and reading countless reviews, I settled on a popular and highly rated model: the Cuisinart ICE-21 Frozen Yogurt-Ice Cream & Sorbet Maker.
I don't normally give these a title but here it is: Drew and the Case of the Crocodilian Calamity
Oh, to be a dog. I wake up most mornings, wrestle with the existential dread of my alarm clock, glance at the piling bills on the counter, and then cast an envious eye at my furry housemates -- the boss' dogs -- who are belly-up, snoring like contented chainsaws. And that’s when the thought hits me, almost daily: pets, particularly dogs, have it ridiculously easy.
It's officially ice cream season. But, let's be honest, every season should be ice cream season. Partner it with cake and... mmmm, I'm getting hungry!
When we go to a restaurant my partner insists on sitting beside me but I prefer sitting across the table. It's weird to me because it's so close together. It's led to fights and him wondering why I don't want to be close to him. He thinks I'm embarrassed by him.
CRUISIN' WITH DIANA
There are few things in this grand, baffling theatre of life that bring me quite as much unadulterated, slightly cynical joy as scrolling through my social media feed and encountering the latest wave of hyper-inspirational, motivation-on-steroids posts.
I'm back on the tipping thing. It's a debate that isn't going away any time soon!
Minding his own business, Tanner was having lunch while working on his travel content in Nashville. Sitting in the corner of a sandwich shop, Tan was hammering away on his laptop before heading to his next excursion. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman in her 60s approach his table. He looked over.
I'll admit it: I'm a fudge packer. Proud fudge packer here. As an expert, I've come up with a delicious rainbow-tastic fudge for Pride celebrations this year.
