So here we are at the tail end of 1998! If it were anyone else - let's say '97 or '34 or '69 (hehe) - I'd say, "Hey, haven't we met before?" But no, we haven't. I am being mooned by a year which never turned its butt to me before. Hmmm. Nice buns. Good year. Silverfoxy. I knew Old '98 when it was young, only seconds after the last midnght of '97 when my Internet column, "Boxer's Shorts," ran out of the Delivery Room screaming, "Where do I go from here?" Young '98 hollered back, with arms opened wide, "Here, baby! Come to me!"

The first "Boxer's Shorts" was up-loaded to YanceyWeb on New Year's Eve of '97, just as '98 took its first bow with Baby Ben in its arms. It's been a good daddy to me. It was the space in time that found a niche on the Worldwide Web to house "Boxer's Shorts" in a place of its own - Ben Boxer's Clubhouse. Four domains later, the Clubhouse is still here and growing fast. How fast is fast?

Three million hits per month is fast. Nearly a hundred thousand visits a month is fast. Eight e-mail lists with a combined subscribership of 2,700 hot men is fast. The busiest automated Personals on the Net is fast. The only Memoriam on the gay Net, and perhaps on the whole Internet, for our late loved ones taken by AIDS or other causes, is fast. Locker Room Pictorial pix that pop up endlessly in newsgroups worldwide is fast.

Goodbye, 1998, and thanks.

Hello, 1999. So what's new with you?