Greetings and Salutations...

Well well well...as I live and breath, if it isn't Sean!

Still alive my dear friends, still breathing.

It's now been almost exactly a year since Karen and I broke up. She and Mike are still going strong and very much in love. Their baby is beautiful and healthy. And if I ever truly loved either of them, I have to let them go.

I'm still working on that. I'm much better than I was. I'll possibly go into the details at some point, I don't know. It's painful and still fresh for me and I'm just starting to heal. I don't want to rip the scab off again and again, yanno??

Our kids have adjusted very well, in large part because Karen and I kept a perfect happy front with the kids. We didn't want them to feel anger and animosity between mom and dad. Divorce is hard enough.

In the end, it was the right thing to do. We loved and still love each other...but I'm gay. She deserved more, the passion and connection that I just couldn't always give her.

But it hurts that I couldn't. And it hurts that she moved on so much quicker than I. That part still fucks with me.

Yet I reckon, at the end of the day, I simply got what I deserved. So mote it be.

More to come, hopefully.

Queer I Am!

When I was about twelve or so, in the late 80's, the AIDS epidemic had reached it's zenith in the gay community. AIDS was a death sentence, and it was spreading. One day after church, I stood around listening to the adults talk. The subject turned to AIDS, and my mother said, to mass agreement, "They should just put all the homosexuals and anyone with AIDS on an island and leave them there!"

Her words...hurt somehow. I remember they literally turned my stomach.I looked at her, and said "But mom, what if I had AIDS? Would you do that to me?"

She looked at me like I had just said the sky was yellow...but she never did answer.