My Blog is "Being Very Gay Again"

Lee, I don't know what to get you for your birthday, really.

Would you like Josh?

Josh is twenty-two and only gay for people he likes.

He likes me. And I think he would like you or like you if I told him to.

He is twenty-two.

Did I say that before?

Twenty-two.

Did you see the picture of him at the racetrack?

He is very cute.

Twenty-two.

A very pliable. Limber.

Twenty-two.

I'm sure you remember twenty-two much better than I do.

Look. I think Josh is living in our old apartment at Chambers Ridge!

Remember that hellish kitchen?

I miss the 24 hour exercise room and the swimming pool and the tennis courts.

And our funny neighbors. And that crazy redhead.

And the deer. And the pretty trees through our bedroom window.

And the balcony where I used to sleep sometimes.

And the cornfields nearby where we walked with the kids.

And those strange fields of wildflowers and imaginary paths behind the trees where you could walk for hours and we would find those redwing blackbirds and orioles and other unusual birds.

But then like serial killer artifacts too.

And then the sudden forest where the mayapples were everywhere.

And the haunted baseball field where nobody played anymore.

And where I found the pretty rocks I put on the windowsill.

Hey that wasn't a bad life at all, was it?

And how you gathered your kids to you while treading water in the deep end of the swimming pool and you always reminded me of a polar bear. I found you very sexy as a polar bear. I guess I always will.

But I miss nothing else.

Oh, how tiny Dru was. He fit in one of your shoes lol.

Where is that photo!?