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Retro Poetry Intro: This poem appeared fourteen years ago in my personal poetry book #72, "1920's Love Songs (Or, Fuck It Sweetie)" Jan-Apr 2004. Obviously, I was a little tired of dating the same pieces of crap that I had come across in the 11 years I had dated prior to this. Enjoy! FIX-A-FLAT BOYFRIEND.... Continue Reading →
This week has been interesting. Bracing, defiant, frantic and full of color. I had a nice surprise lunch at my place with the bf today, which was a nice change. I pick him up usually, and we go somewhere fast-foody and quick so we can share most of the hour together kissing in alleyways in... Continue Reading →
I’m a little pup Here for the taking Wrapped up in a bow in a basket I’m a sex animal in the making I’m salivating wildly Here on all fours Oh baby touch me once Touch me twice, I’m all yours I’m a little angel With horns so sharp and pure I used to have... Continue Reading →
Since a young age, I have felt a calling. A calling to help others, to do the best I can to find resources for those in need and to help improve their lives. This all started, for me, in the early 90's when I joined my first LGBTQ college group. The DFW LGBTQ Alliance met... Continue Reading →
More Coffee Cups and Loneliness by Brian B Slurp Slurp Take another swig Of the neverending coffee cup that overflows with random ideas I cannot hide. Shrug Shrug I don’t wanna be lonely But at my age and living in a small town means I’ll probably be alone for awhile. As I look to... Continue Reading →
One of the questions I get asked most by close friends and family is.. "Are you seeing anyone? What's your personal life like?" Well, I live in the middle of a desert (lol.) Albuquerque, to be exact. There isn't exactly the biggest dating pool here, let alone, anything sizable dating population for gay men in... Continue Reading →
Blue Period Poem by Brian Bolding Photo from texasescapes.com 6.21.17 Suffocating silhouettes, Route 66 abandoned gas stations call to me Smoking too many cigarettes Thoughts that live in infamy… (Languishing away in a coffeeshop on a Saturday Vignettes of loneliness Scattered through my mind If only I had the courage To stand up... Continue Reading →
A Fatal Overdose of Nothing By B Bolding 3.16.16 I want a mystery man To hold me in the moonlight Get my rocks off Throw me into a pool of ecstasy And I want a fatal overdose A fatal overdose of nothing Don’t touch me, I don’t even care Don’t look at me, don’t... Continue Reading →
October 27, 2011 From my private journal. Writing as Therapy for Gay Men By Brian Bolding As a gay man in today’s world, we need to equip ourselves with tools to make sure we get through the days. I found early on in my life that I needed a creative outlet to channel... Continue Reading →
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 