tuesday my peice on queer id came out and today i had a conversation with a gentleman named Blair . He also writes for the gateway and has a face that changes, from cruelty to a gaurded warmth depending on the way the light changes. He doesnt really follow alot of things that go on , and there were rumours sounding him and his tastes . He's LDS , and had some what of a disjointed childhood. I met him today , at Rutherford Library and we talked , He asked questions about "being gay and being catholic" and I asked questions about his life. All that time there was his hairy chest peeking out from under his worn t shirt that showed a flag of the lone star state . I got arround to talking abut his addiction to porn and this as a reason to join the church and i got a hard on. Mostly because i find the restriction of sex singularlly erotic, this sort of sensual energy that is squeezed from the corners of repression. We walked downstairs . i did some photocopying, met Peter for lunch, ate, scurried along to the gateway meeting - talking about the reaction to my article with buddies .After the first meeting, there is a second . That second meeting Blair came in late , the shirt i found so intruging replaced with a smart and elegant plaid button up , sort of a Ben Sherman rip off of what my Grandfather wore to Barn Dances. It was strange .



reaction has been mixed , mostly i cannot write down to an audience and i may not be gay after all .