I stopped at a CVS on the way out of town to restock on sunscreen and snacks — a warehouse-size store with slot machines by the checkout. At ten in the morning, most of the …

by Tara Ariano
Dirty Dancing might be the first dance movie I ever really loved. I was thirteen when it came out, and my worry in revisiting it at the age of thirty-six was that it …

I began the day in a mood of grim exhilaration: the route promised the most daunting driving yet. The locals have accustomed themselves to it, no doubt, and developed methods of timing their drives and …

I’ve had Grandma on my mind a lot since Tuesday, the anniversary of her death. Thanks to the revelation the other day that the swimming hole is not an artifact of Twain’s America, but still …

I dragged my feet. I checked every room twice more than I needed to, in case I’d overlooked a cord, or a watch — I even “checked” outside, where none of these things would have …

by Adam Grosswirth
When Vlad (Vlad? Really?) arrives at musical-theater-themed Camp Ovation, he causes a stir by being the only new guy in a clique full of outcasts who’ve been coming to camp for many summers …

It dawned hot, still humid, and I was up by then. I’d slept like shit — no dreams, but waking up every hour, forgetting where I was and why I had come there. I spent …

by John Ramos
As a gay man, I know I am not alone in sometimes feeling victimized by the bulk of queer cinema. My strong desire to see films that intelligently and sensitively explore gay themes …

I woke up just after dawn. I hadn’t slept enough, quite, and I kept doing things like trying to wash my hair with bar soap and almost packing a cup of coffee. Once I actually …

by Mark Blankenship
Tilt your head the right way, and you can see A Summer Place as a thoughtful and progressive discourse on sexuality. Cock it in the other direction, however, and you’ll see a smutty, …