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I live in Clinton. I did not know this website would be made public but now that it has been so be it. It's honest; no apologies for that. I've lost friends before. I can lose them again. And now on with the writing. Actually I'm almost too tired. I thought the "gay people" had {silently} come to town & gone. My uncle was buried today and I'd planned to wheel by the funeral. It didn't happen that way. I'd dressed for my friend's book signing when a townsperson flagged me down and asked me what the hoopla was down the street. They're here. I'd not intended to "go", participate, whathaveyou. I'm not gay. It wouldn't matter to me if I was. If I was you'd know that too. I was proud of some of the MC students. I really was. Of course you had some Bible toters overheard saying, " I hope they do come-up-here on this campus. I'll whoop their ass." Don't bet on it big boy. Some queers can fight; they just don't choose to. As some of my friends say, onward. I am going to put my pajamas on so I can write better. I'll wash my face, maybe get a drink & be back with you. This will be continued.
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Thu. 22 Mar 2007