Saturday, June 27, 2020
"Was I Gay?"
Pride month is winding down as we come upon the anniversary of Stonewall. For certain reasons which will remain a secret on this blog right now, I've been looking back at photos I took in college. I sent some to my old college roommate. He and his wife laughed at my knee socks and short shorts.
"Was I gay?"
What? I sent the picture to Q. He FaceTimed me right away.
"I've always told you you were gay."
I have to laugh. I met a guy through my dead ex-friend Brando once who was getting married for like the tenth time.
"If this one doesn't work out," he said, "I'm going to try guys, and if I like it, I'm going to kill myself for not having done that from the start!"
I don't mean to sound like one of those lying liberals, but I DO have many gay friends. No prejudice, but I've never been attracted to one. But with all the photos I've taken of women, I might be better served telling people I am. I don't think I'd get the same criticisms.
The photo is one I took last Sunday with the Rollieflex. That camera and the Portra film are a pip. I want to go out and shoot some more with it.
I've stayed up late for two nights in a row now. Drinking, too. Last night I went to my neighbor's house for a little b-day party for my travel/art friend. I am afraid of Covid, of course, but it was fun to get to talk to someone other than my daily trips to mom's. The party finished up early, but I came home and poured some scotch and texted and FaceTimed and stayed up past my bedtime again. Fortunately, I slept until 7:30, so other than losing the morning, I should be o.k.
We are learning more about Covid. The more symptoms they find, the more I have. I am like a first year medical student in that. The issue impacting me most now, though, is travel. I am free. I can do whatever I wish. Except go anywhere. Except get close to people.
Staying up late may be a version of "Travel, the Home Version. " Could be.
I was going to post the photo here. I've been trying for minutes. Google keeps telling me it is not a photo file even though it is. I've tried resaving it, but it won't work. I'm taking this as a message from God. The photo won't get posted here today. It is probably better that way.
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