Six months ago, I stopped blogging, the story at end, I left this standing as a guidepost for others. Readership fell away, but the lone visitor periodically happens by and devours the whole story. But whatever happened to me, you might ask. So I post for you an update.
Rumours to my death have been greatly exaggerated. I’m still in DC, still working on various new businesses, the economy slowing my progress, but I’m busy. I refuse to work for anyone other than myself anymore. TC is still here, alternately purring/growling next to me each night, hissing and clawing if I so much as chat up the checkout guy at Costco (don’t wanna lose my own game). He got a job and has a growing network of friends. My family and I continue to have excellent relations. As always, they spent the summer in Europe. As a side activity, I’m helping an party planner market a much larger scheme to have regular gay events for professionals in DC. I ciphered there are 75k queers roaming the city, but little for them to do.
Otherwise, I rarely venture into the gay scene and when I do, I feel like a researcher with a clipboard taking observation notes but I’m comfortable with myself, not being that far over on the scale I’m still uncomfortable with many aspects. Periodically, I will see out in the city one of the characters I’d written about. Many of them are what I would deem ‘good people’. But we stare at each other from a distance, a nod and then turn away. Unsure of what to do next and maybe there is nothing to be done, it is just the way it is.
So I disappear back underneath the waves again, just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I’m not here. I’m right below, just look.