Butch likes to say he sees me as big on shirking responsibility. No surprise, then, I see just the opposite. I take respponsibility for my part in my assault. I invited Ian and Glen back to my place for some hot ports before sleep; it was a cold January night, & our chat was going well. It was only 11; so a nightcap seemed within reason. Ciaran was on call; I dreaded a long cold lonely night; to lose a few hours in chatter with potential new friends seemed ideal. I’ve not been shy on being forthright with being gay since coming out in 1987 on the Sally Jesse Raphael show. The pub we met in, The now-defunct Silver Swan, was listed in The Gay Guide to the Northwest of Ireland as being gay friendly. So, I figured the patrons would be, too. I think my ‘bashing was more of a robbery gone awry than an act of pure viciousness, but then, then , unlike young Dr. Slevin,I didn’t have to deal with finding my parner near death, in an ever-widening pool of blood; who only hung on, ...
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.