I just started iTunes on m my Mac, and the song that came on was Barry Manilow’s ALL THE TIME, his song about feeling alone and different but getting by, a song that saved my life, I’m not exaggerating, thousands of times, as I grew up, feeling alone. And ostracized. And gay. All my life, I’ve been dismissed by others, either because of being gay, my penchant for the different: the theatrical or, later, the mannered. I’ve always conceived of myself as being different, slightly off-kilter, a genius waiting to be discovered, and embraced by society; an embrace that only comes, decades after your lonely, unremarkable life and death.
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.
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