I’m hoping to start seeing her again, too, as I work on better integration of my life post-injury with my life as a whole. I mean, my life as a t.b.i. survivor is every bit important to me as my life as a gay man. It’s past time for me to acknowledge that, so I may integrate them more fully and, frankly, heal.
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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