Ravings of a Random Mind...

So I'm listening to Taylor Dayne for the first time in 25+ years, thinking it's going to be a lovely journey into nostalgia, and the lyrics are lovely - I'm thinking to myself, "of course this is why you grew up to be a Poly-person"... " Saying goodbye is never an easy thing / but you never said you'd stay forever / So if you must go / Darling I'll set you free.. ." Great stuff. But then it immediately downshifts into fantasy. "Love wilI lead you back into my arms where you belong." No. I've never been under the impression that any of my loves would come back. " You'll walk out this door (yes) But someday you'll walk back in (no)." No, Darling. I don't know that this will be.  I've had my heart broken into a bunch of pieces, little and big. Sometimes I did it to myself, sometimes not. Never though, no matter how much I've wanted it, was I ever under the impression that they were coming back. Even when

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.  -Martin Luther King, Jr. My Dearest Friends and Family, I have heard much outrage, fear, sorrow, grief, and an outpouring of love after the recent massacre in Orlando, Florida. The thing that I've noticed is that it is almost entirely from my fellow Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, And Queer brothers and sisters - those who have felt this as deeply as I have, and do not doubt that I have felt this all the way from Seattle. It's not about the distance, because the distance between me and a 20-something Latino fag is the space between two heartbeats. You see, I am that little Latino fag. I always have been. I always will be. When the internet went tricolore for Paris, and you jumped on that in support, I supported you. I'm not French, but some of my very good friends are. When the epicenter of violence was Brussels, I too posted "Je suis Bruxelles", just as you did. None