A Week of No Posting

[kybearfuzz]

Last week I was in the Washington, DC area. I apologize for not contacting any of the DC locals for dinner, but my short week there kept me and my cohorts pretty busy. The no posting was a part of that. The days went quick and the evenings were essentially pre-planned in the group. As always, I'll be back.

• My softball team did well in last week's tournament while I was out. I have no idea if we have a game tomorrow night or if the season is over.
  
  
• I had the freakiest of dreams over the weekend. I didn't jot them down so I only remember bits and pieces. I'll try to write them up later.
  
  
• All 24 pages of issue #8 of "Grizzly and the Bear Patrol" are drawn. So far, I've inked the first five pages. It'll likely be online by September or so.
  
  
• I've been thinking about writing my college roommate lately. From what I've heard through the grapevine, he's not terribly happy to find out his roomie of two years is gay, but a part of me wants to get it off my chest. Not sure if a lengthy explanation would do either of us any good. I've not seen or talked to him in seven years, but a part of me would like to try to reconnect, or at least say I tried. This is fueled by him being IN one of my weekend weird dreams.
  
  
• It's good to be home.

Comments

[maxauburn.livejournal.com]

I told my college roommate in my sophomore year that I was gay; he freaked and told me I wasn't gay, I was just confused, and to NEVER bring it up again.

2 years or so after I'd left college, he wrote me.

I told him I was NOT confused, that I was out of the closet a few years and knew at last I was gay.

He stopped writing.

I don't miss him; if that's way he wants it, fine. Oh, and he found out his best friend in high school was gay, and told him he never wanted to see him again. This hurt his friend badly, but I don't think that bothered him, to hurt he with whom he had once been very close.

I'm telling you my experience because I would like you to factor it in to your decision when you next contact your old college roommate.

But you get to decide what is real- and what is an illusion.*

* I didn't write that last line-it's from The Moody Blues- Knights In White Satin.