I lay it all out there in Monkeytown. That wasn't the plan, but we're under a bridge and Cass tells me that feigns some semblance of intimacy. It would be a great date venue, but this is just an escape.

I order Passion & Pagne. We proceed back into the black box performance suite, decorated with floor cushions facing screens on all sides. Tonight's ( Read more... )

Everyone says that I'm calm.

Emily tells me across my kitchen table. We've known each other since we were 14, so if anyone aside from my mother has perspective on this, it's her.

It's also appropriate that she's my first official house guest. Ex-girlfriends retain these sorts of rights when their longtime boyfriends go gay. She's also allowed to ( Read more... )

Kenneth says to me "You feel the right way about everything." It's nearly four hours into the party, but this is my first surprise. Hours spent chatting with dozens of friends, aiming for jovial sobriety, but no one has tried flattering more than my scarf. It's crowded catch up time, someone else's housewarming and Mikey has done a great job ( Read more... )

30,000 feet. Just put my iPhone on shuffle for the first time. It gives me "cooling," which is exactly what is happening. I burnt up the last remnants of 2008 in 70 degree weather over the Pacific Ocean, and now I'm slowly catapulted back into the real world with real winter by a pilot who doesn't know he is my closure, my Janus, my deliverance all ( Read more... )

Backtracking a bit… Van's party was fantastic. Had a great time talking to Neil and Brian (back when he had an appendix), Ray, Kiat and Blake. And of course my ex, the birthday lad, will *fingers crossed* soon be working in the environmental world. A good way for him to rejoin the working gays.

I have to stop wearing my grey zippy everywhere, but ( Read more... )

Great trip. Even though I was at like... my highest body weight ever ;-)

( me. mikey. cass. mable. tim. various other boys. greatness. )

On the rooftop, eating tacos and champagne, seven bodies spread flat on the blanket and the bridges twinkle in the distance. Cassidy is regaled by tales of his finer moments. Maybe this is growth. For him and for me.

Construction is going up in front of the Williamsburg, scaffolding obscuring the river. Still, the city is more familiar and natural ( Read more... )

because weekends are for overdoing it, and summer is on its last legs, mikey and i are hopping a bus to NYC tomorrow for cassidy duhon's birth festivities. i hear there's wi-fi and very little time for sleep, so this could be well documented.

Spent the sunny Sunday afternoon in Shaun's backyard playing with his kitten Icarus and the neighbors' pup while his family barbecued and rocked out. Shaun's dad invited over some surprise guests, the new gay neighbors, who brought with them a little vitriol, a lot of diva, and a too-close-for-comfort example of gay divorce. These guys live in the ( Read more... )

Cassidy calls at just the right times. I curl up on the gaudy blue couch and he parades around my head, Peter Pan in the big city where I left him. It's another adventure story, battling an overbearing mother who didn't appreciate his wedding photography, dresses lifting and beer pouring from mouths. It's classy realism, nontraditional, and a ( Read more... )