From Thanksgiving to Christmas, Ray and I nightly watch sappy Christmas movies on Showtime or Hallmark about a straight man and woman who initially irritate one another but find love as they save the family farm, hardware store, or guesthouse in a snowy, picturesque town in Vermont.

I struggle with maintaining my attraction and sexual desire for guys I date. It sucks.

On Jan. 2, Donald Trump’s legal team filed his last official salvo with the Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit, claiming on appeal that he is entitled to presidential immunity for plotting to overturn the 2020 election.

Wilton Drive is a one-mile segment of State Road 811 within the city of Wilton Manors. It begins at Five Points and ends at the Fort Lauderdale border, just north of Fort Lauderdale High School. I first visited Wilton Drive in 1980, while I was living at SIR Apartments in nearby Dixie Highway. I washed my clothes in a laundromat at 2365 Wilton Drive, an address now occupied by Wilton Collective. Other than some restaurants, and shops here and there, the Drive did not make much of an impression on me. Then things changed.

We assume that a one-night stand is about “having sex,” and that sex in a long-term relationship is about “making love.” Is that always true, and what differentiates one from the other? Is it possible for a one-night stand to be “making love” for one of the participants, and with one’s beloved might the experience ever be described as “having sex?” Ray and I have had lots of genital contact in the past 47 years, but not all of it would be described as “making love.”

It’s the first week of January 2040, in the land of Idiocracy. President Ron DeSantis is in his fourth term, having purchased the presidency from Don Jr. after Sr. died in office, crushed by a marble statue of himself. Security footage showed some intimacy between the president and the stone just before it toppled, pulverizing all but his hair.