Hey! B here. Sorry it’s been so long. So much has happened in my life. Wanting to post a quick update. (Quick for me takes on an entirely different meaning.) Since this past Summer when I last posted, I entered a new relationship with this awesome guy named Brian - (yes, Brian, like me) -... Continue Reading →
7.11.17 Igloo City (Poem)
Igloo City by Brian B. When I turn 50 I wanna be real nifty Write books about self pity And dwell in an igloo city. I wanna be real rich I wanna be real bitch I wanna help poor people And shit on the steeple. When I turn 85 Please make me... Continue Reading →
7.10.17 Storehouse (Journal)
I met up today with a woman who is doing outreach for Storehouse, a local non-profit food bank that I actually utilized upon moving to Albuquerque about 6 years ago. The Storehouse changed my life. Let me explain why. When I moved to Albuquerque over 6 years ago, I had only $20 to my name... Continue Reading →
6.27.17 More Coffee Cups & Loneliness (Poem)
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 →
6.23.17 Dating & Relating in the High Desert (Journal)
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 →
Writing as Therapy for Gay Men.
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 →
6.18.17 Father’s Day (Poem)
Fathers Day by Brian Bolding You raised us You raised us so well At the time I thought Living with you was living hell You raised us You taught us to be strong I kicked and I screamed And I hated it all along You raised us up You taught us to... Continue Reading →