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A wide-brimmed hat, high-heeled boots, shiny silver spurs — the cowboy’s aesthetic is quintessentially Texan. It’s also kinda gay. OK. Really gay. Yet for many people, the word “cowboy” still brings to mind a John Wayne type — a swaggering avatar for a conservative ideal of American manhood.
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Last month, I went to my homegirl’s wedding. We’ve been cool since high school, and the wedding was in our old stomping grounds: the south-eastside of Fort Worth. Aside from a few folks here and there, the reception was all-Black — chopped and screwed music flowed from
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For nearly thirty years, husband-and-wife duo Gerardo “Jerry” Diaz and Staci Diaz have traveled the country showcasing their skill on horseback. Through their touring performances and tightly-choreographed Mexican Rodeo Extravaganzas, they bring audiences a blend of the two different cultures of riding they were raised in. A
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El Paso sunsets are unbeatable. Bright shades of orange, yellow, and sometimes pink and purple paint my hometown sky every evening as the sun slips under the horizon. I live right on the sweeping Southwestern border, or as we refer to it here the “Frontera,” which is Spanish for the
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First, I’d like to say that I love men. Many of my close friends are men, I pursue romance with men, and I intend to keep doing so. But I’d also like to say that the level of emotional immaturity and lack of self knowledge we permit in
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There is no greater love than the one that exists between a woman and her ass. And there is no greater ass than one from Texas. Yes, I know Georgia is infamous for their peaches, but take one look at Megan Thee Stallion. And let’s not forget Beyoncé. I
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It was September 2020 when Dan messaged me on Facebook. The day after my 38th birthday. The sight of his name met the memory of being 19 when we dated in college. So much had changed. I was divorced with two kids and living in Houston, far from our New
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The finish line is in sight. My lungs are on fire, my legs feel like cement, and I’m pretty sure my soul is trying to leave my body. My best friend is running (slowly) alongside me, a partner in this shambling torment. We’re about to finish a 10K,