I look at the gay life around me--online, offline, wherever--and it doesn't look like any world I would ever create, live in, choose or be a part of.
What they do is not me. What they believe is not me.
Yet where is one suppose to go to find someone of like mind?
I haven't found the answer, so my funky blog is my writing therapy, my art therapy, and my desperate, last ditch shout out to the world, "is my buddy out there?"