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Girl SoldierNo one brought a camera. Most were late. He was not there. She had been to all his major events, watched him drop out of high school, join the military, and become top of his class in college. They spoke about how they hated that he was not there. She had failed again. No Calculable DepthWhen the judge saw that this two-year-old disabled child was being placed with two women, the social worker and attorney were called into chambers. They were told that no Texas child would be given to two queers from New York. There would be no appeal; his word was final. My Sin is in Your BloodIt was easy enough to get in touch with her. A simple matter of going through the directory of his cell phone. Felicia’s cell. He tells her what they share; she has a great deal of doubt, but agrees to meet. She is too young to be barren; she is perfectly dressed and angry. The Space Between UsThe world opened up and they embraced it. Hours spent talking, holding hands, kissing, sparks flying. They made plans and they made love and they laughed. There was now a reason to get up in the morning and a desire to go to bed at night. All seemed right. Until that first fight. Pablo and RicardoPablo was an entertainer in London when he visited relatives in a remote mountain village in Spain. On his first night he met Ricardo, who had never ventured more than 10 miles from the village. The two men spent the night together and, before dawn, fled Fascist Spain for Morocco. The Girl I Didn’t Want to HurtShe began that summer as a single woman with a lot of sexual curiousity to burn. She was fed up with her aching dependence on men and had sworn off of them, much like every other girl she knew who’d been taken on a roller coaster ride by the opposite sex. Building a HouseAfter an hour touring the house and property, Dad finally ran out of pussy jokes and left, promising to pick him up in a month. A ton of bricks lifted from his soul as he watched the Bronco disappear into a trail of red dust. He smiled for the first time that day. We’re Here, We’re Queer, We’re Married. Yawn.“It’s official!!” wrote the gay dads across the street, whose unofficial commitment ceremony she’d attended years ago. While her friends lined up in the rain to get married in San Francisco, she wondered: If this is what we’ve been fighting for, why do I feel so ambivalent? Of Distance and IsolationLeaving home in the late 1970s was a wonderful experience for many gay men. The world did not yet know of AIDS and it was amazing to see gay men everywhere. Sex was plentiful and without any fears – or so they thought. No gay man he knew ever had one in his apartment. Beauty and the ButchShe tried to imagine what her date would look like. Her feminine voice made her imagine a petite woman. Maybe the woman was as nervous and inexperienced as she. She was intimidated by girls who included sexy shots. She was intimidated by girls period.  |
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