I no longer feel safe in this country, as an openly gay man. I want to go to Ireland, move there, full stop, by 1/21. Trump won’t do anything but make life riskier for gay people; I’ve a much more viscsceral reaction than most to the fear of a bias crime being perpetrated upon you, because, well, duh, it happened.
N o, no, no; until you’ve been fag- bashed and nearly murdered, shut the fuck up with any disagreement. You just don’t know; you just don’t know.
i do.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.