I think I made a sex video after a drunk Pride party, but now I'm not sure. I have flashes of memory, a knot of anxiety in my stomach and I'm terrified. I don't know if a video exists, who might have it, or what to do next.
Is it just me, or does customer service take forever now? I find myself asking this question almost every time I need to interact with a company, and the answer, sadly, is almost always a resounding "no, it's not just me."
As someone who’s always been fascinated by the intersection of fashion and technology, the idea of smart glasses has captivated me for years. (Mostly I wondered if they're necessary or just something to entertain the nerd world.)
I was told that my partner was seen kissing someone at a Pride party. I wasn't there, there's no photo proof but I'm concerned. I trust him but I wonder if something happened. What should I do?
After the Pride parade a few thousand people -- 3,000, according to organizers -- gathered to watch performances, enjoy food and drinks and dance the night away.
It made international headlines — for good and bad reasons — when a New Jersey restaurant banned children under 10 years of age. You already know the two sides of the story without hearing it: Yesssssss! and That’s so unfair.
This commentary is controversial. I already hear some people calling me hateful and homophobic. My response: bitch, please.
Not that we're vain and caught up on looks (shut up) here at Buff Boy, but we do enjoy an embarrassing story when it makes a teammate look bad -- physically look bad.
For years, I’d heard the buzz about air fryers, but I was skeptical. Could a countertop appliance really deliver that satisfying crunch without all the oil and fuss of deep-frying? I envisioned yet another gadget gathering dust on the counter.
My partner wants to go to every Pride event. I have no interest. It's turned into a fight that I'm not supporting him and he wants me to go. Pride is not my scene and I don't care to spend my time there. What should I do?
It's time to get fruity for Pride! Or fruitier. You ready?
With the cost of everything going up, it’s had many people figuring out how to save a little more -- or a lot more, let's be honest.
June kicks off Pride month for many countries around the world. Regionally, different cities and towns have chosen various weeks and weekends throughout the year. In short, it should be Pride all the time!
There I was, innocently scrolling through my social media feed, minding my own business, perhaps contemplating the existential dread of another Tuesday, when it happened.
As a Los Angeles-area resident, I've grown to dread driving in the city. The congested roads, endless traffic jams and parking nightmares have made me a reluctant driver. And, public transit: not a chance.
My mom found a Pride flag in my room. I can tell because it was moved in the drawer where I keep it. I'm pretty sure it was her but I don't know. I'm not ready to come out but I feel like she knows now. What should I do?
Everyone loves a rainbow snack during Pride. And most people want the taste of Buff Boy in their mouth during Pride. We need to combine the two. Voila! Let's get into a tasty Buff'ed-up Pride snack: Italian rainbow cookies.
Every time I scroll through my social media feed and see someone proudly proclaiming a new follower milestone – whether it’s 1,000, 10,000 or even 100,000 – a little part of me cringes.
Skipping school isn’t a new concept. In fact, it’s a rite of passage in most schools. (There’s actually a “cut day” at the high school I attended, a time when it’s widely known to students and teachers as the designated day to skip class.)
I think back on my time as a student walking the halls of my school… and occasionally skipping class. I remember how life was carefree, I felt safe and looked forward to growing up and making something of my life.
Let me be completely honest upfront: I don't clean. We're kind of spoiled living in Buff Loft because there is a cleaning person. Having said that, there are times when spills happen and, of course, we often have the boss's two dogs here so there is minor clean-up now and then.
I appreciate that my parents are accepting of my being gay. In previous years they've told me to go have fun at Pride and be safe. This year, they want to come with me and my group of friends to the parties and the bars. Should I tell them no or just say I'm not doing Pride this year and go out secretly?
I’ve commented before about how customer service ain’t what it used to be. Because of that, I find I want to deal with companies less and less. If that was their goal, well, mission: accomplished.
"Tanner, I need you awake at 4:30 a.m. and out of the hotel shortly after." Yup, that's what everyone wants to hear on DAY 1 of their trip to Phoenix. Unfortunately, that's the reality of this assignment. (I guess there are bigger problems an employee could have.) "You're going on a hot air balloon ride to watch the sun rise over the desert." Deal!
