Bear Miles, Big Smiles: The Rise of the Rugged Runner
A Love Letter to the San Francisco Frontrunners A few years ago, I weighed 424 pounds. I didn’t really see…
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Author: Julius Vaughn
I Could Have Been a Ricardo!
I Could Have Been a Ricardo So, my name? Julius. Yes. That’s right. Funny thing is, I was born the…
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Coming Home to the Castro
After the year I turned 21, now more than thirty years ago, I took two trips that felt monumental to…
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The Holiday That Doubled (and Doubled Again)
When I was in my late twenties, I owned a shotgun-style house in a historic Tampa neighborhood called Seminole Heights….
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Hand Grenades, Fire Plugs, and the Real Meaning of “Oz”
A Wide-Eyed First Trip to the French Quarter The first time I went to New Orleans, specifically the French Quarter,…
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Happy Birthday Little Bear
The year was 1992 and I was turning 21. My oldest brother, who’s also gay, was working as the video…
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