Identity Theft: Never Tell a Rock God You Love Him

A typical midweek night will see me propped up in bed binge watching a premium-cable show flanked by Buster and Aussie, my butch roommate’s chihuahuas. While the show putters in the background, I’m likely also surfing current affairs online, and might have a chat-room window on an obscure gay website open, where a group of Gheys and transgendered women from all over the world I’ve been chatting with since the late 90s gather. Every now and then I might remember to check my ‘lobster traps’, as I call the half dozen dating sites where I keep profiles.