Just Try and Follow
Very recently, I realized that the last year - the almost 14 months I've been in Los Angeles - have been among the least traumatic, the most stable, the overall happiest of my adult existence so far.
This comforts, relieves, and worries me. What kind of a sicko is worried that he's been too happy for too long?
But questions of wellness aside, I can' ( Read more... )
This comforts, relieves, and worries me. What kind of a sicko is worried that he's been too happy for too long?
But questions of wellness aside, I can' ( Read more... )
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perhaps one day I will be a college professor and be able to regale my students with powerful stories of being a part of my generation's great civil rights struggle, thereby gaining instant credibility for being both wise and awesome.
I can totally see this happening. Sometimes I think of you doing these big exciting things, going out and changing the world, and I sigh a little and think that I should be doing more to fight for GLBT rights. But everyone fights the good fight in there own way, and I suppose if I can change a few hearts in this little corner of the Northwest, perhaps that's enough.
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BTW, you showed up in my dreams twice within the past few days. In the first one (last weekend, around the time you were in DC), you visited me and brought me a gift: a TV tray! In the second, a couple nights ago, you had just won a major -- and lucrative -- literary award. (The Nobel, perhaps?) I came over to congratulate you, and we hugged and started jumping up and down like pre-teen girls, but out of sync. You said it was pretty pathetic that two gay guys couldn't even jump in unison. Then a noise in the house woke me up.
I'm sure there's some deep psychological or philosophical interpretation for all that. More likely, it just means that you're going to get rich and famous while I continue to eat TV dinners...and cheer you on, even if I've got no rhythm. :)
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