Lover

When I first started visiting the bars as a baby gay of 16 years old, I found it impossibly sexy and glamorous when I heard a gay man introduce another as his "lover." That term, obviously, has gone virtually extinct in the icy era of the "partner," which sounds more like you share an office than a bed. Which is why my breath was somewhat taken away when fellow blogger Kenneth Walsh introduced me to his lover at Instinct's party this week. I gave the man a strange smile as we shook hands, but he didn't know my mind was spinning back to 1975. It was a warm and wonderfully unexpected feeling. I want to meet more lovers.

An army of lovers cannot fail.