The Misadventures of Rugged Fox

Nov 18 2024 100 ep. 3

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Oh Hey! I'm Rugged Fox, a West End boy with a prairie heart living in Vancouver, B.C. I love writing, drawing comic strips and drinking red wine.

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Happy Six Month + One Day Anniversary

Heavens to Betsy! I had to dust off my keyboard this morning, before wiping away the shame at the thought of calling myself a “writer.” I must implore you to forgive me for my flaccid fingertips. If there was a little blue pill I could take to heal my creative ails, I promise I would.I am writing to you now (barely) from my dining room table at the Fox Den. Sipping a delicious

The Trials and Tribulations of Being the Older Boyfriend

Okay, first I want to start by thanking everyone for their direct messages regarding my younger boyfriend. To clear up any confusion, yes, he is real – and no, I did not make him up. While I truly appreciate your concern about the state of my mental faculties, I can assure you I have never felt so rational before. Also, please stop sending me invites for upcoming events as part o

I Have a Younger Boyfriend

There is a man in my bed. And I know his first name. Sweet Meryl, could it be that for the second time in 15 years on the Coast, Rugged Fox is off the market? More troubling and back in the first person, if I am no longer a certified singleton, is my writing career over?Okay, I know you want to hear all the details. However, we must proceed with caution. We do not want to jinx this

Where in the World is Rugged Fox?

Sweet Meryl! What has it been, like ten thousand years since we last caught up? Looking down at this keyboard, I must admit feeling a touch lost. I would like to tell you that I disappeared into a wellness retreat, lost twenty pounds, and achieved sobriety; but you and I both know that is a story for another website.Okay, let’s be kind and rewind to last September. I was on fire!

The Final Curtain

“He’s gone,” I said to myself last night, looking yonder across the back lane. Then taking a sip of red wine, I wiped a single tear from my eye, and closed the curtains. Returning to my couch, I reached for the remote and clicked on Rodger’s & Hammerstein’s “The Sound of Music.” Losing myself on an Austrian hillside, I felt a brief reprieve from sadness, until the

Back to the West End

Last time on Rugged Fox… Moving to Shipyard for a pink nightcap, Rugged locks himself in a washroom stall after running into a pack of young suburban gays. Feeling old and conservative, the balding Fox questions the reflection looking back at him in the mirror. There comes a time in every gay man’s life when he has to part ways with his highly attractive cousins. Ou

Young Suburban Gays

Last time on Rugged Fox… Over delicious pasta with his cousins, Rugged recounts his first trip to Daddyland. When the three gentlemen embark on a nightcap, the Fox has no idea what he has in store.“Reservation?” a young woman asked. Having closed down Nook, the three of us walked in the front door to Shipyard, a trendy chain restaurant in North Vancouver. “Seriously?” I r

Daddyland

Last time on Rugged Fox… On a busy Friday night, Rugged was in the throes of a delicious dinner at Nook with his cousins Drum and Heller. Popping olives and sipping craft beer, the three men were just about to paddle into a dignified conversation, when Rugged tipped the canoe.“Seriously! I want to know,” exclaimed Heller. “What is a bathhouse?”“It’s perfect,” I lift

What Not to Say to Your Hot Cousins

Last time on Rugged Fox… On the cusp of turning thirty-eight, Rugged finds himself in the throes of an identity crisis, again. Consulting Chat GPT for advice, he quickly gives up on AI and falls back on his old pal rosé. Returning to the closet from whence he came, he looks to his clothing for guidance; but all he finds is drag. Fast-forward one sea bus ride, and the balding gin

I Can't Believe We're Related

Author’s Note: Dear reader, I thank you for your good looks and patience. These past few months, I have been busy doing field research. From the window seat at the Pumpjack to my balcony with a pair of binoculars, I have been collecting as many stories as I can. Some may see me as a journalist with no credentials. While others may think, “why does that man keep staring at me?�