And can I love myself

There is so much I want to say...by the way, this blogging is fun...like a virtual confessional that the world can receive and expunge.

I saw WTC. Moving, and I'm crying and run into one of the Summer Associates from work on the floor and I'm softer, kinder and human with her. It was a tender exchange.

The Hollis apartment is working out afterall. I'm hoping to move in August. What a big adult step for a gay HIV+ jamaican-american black man to take. I thought I'd be dead at 30, and 7 years later, I'm thinking of making a home for myself. Suddenly bars became boring and Bed Bath and Beyond compelling. Color schemes and Home Depot projects. Suddenly nesting.

And I want a boyfriend to fit all of it...like an accessory. And now I get the whole marriage thing, and the 50% divorce rate.

Kinder, softer, gentler world.

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