i took a little journey down into NJ while i was in NY last week. for the first time, my ‘special’ friend got to see the people that i grew up with. i guess the way i was describing them, it made them sound a bit boring but in actually, they are quite a funny and fun bunch to be around. it’s probably pointness for me to articulate to him that we’re the uncommon ones so i don’t need to justify their way of life. sometimes our elitism gets in the way of us having fun but i can’t help but be on the guard whenever someone asks me when i am getting married. truth be told, if i had told them what was really on my mind, they would probably think worse of me than just being gay. but alas, i feel pretty shitty coming down for just a few hours and hoping back on the train to meet the woman of our dreams. no, i didn’t feel guilty after a few drinks with her over talks of art and the meaning of ny. it was well worth the embrassment of a shallow visit to those dear love ones.
_the coming of a sports man
_the bondage of teen something
_post bunnymen pre middle life