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This is probably the last time I post as an unmarried gay person.
It's Friday and it is the early evenin' time and I'm waiting downstairs as Bruce showers. I'm listening to oldies--I'm not sure if that is important but I thought I would throw in the details.
Tomorrow, we'll be off to drive across the country to get married.
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It’s my blue scripture case that is on my desk at this moment.
A few moments earlier, I had unzipped it for the first time in years because I was looking up a scripture for a friend. And I admit, I’m a bit nostalgic-not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just that I am surprised that I miss them. Sounds a little silly but hear me out: I used to turn to ( Read more... ) -
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"My mom says I can talk to you now but she wants to know why you have to be gay."
Well, little 10-year old cousin, it's because God made me that way.
The end.
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I think, as weird as it sounds, that sometimes, I genuinely forget that life is hard.
And I don't mean life in general, I mean being gay.
If you believe that being gay is something I chose to be (or something along those lines like how I chose the gay lifestyle or something) and therefore I am not a victim because I am entitled to the hardships of ( Read more... ) -
Genie
At one point in time, I wished someone could have told me exactly what to do.
I’m talking about the hand-to-the-forehead-woe-is-me-I’m-gay days.
I’m talking about last week-no, just kidding-I’m a little further away from those days (I hope).
It’s just when you’re in the “depths of despair” (to borrow from my girl, Anne Shirley from the Gables) ( Read more... )
