“My son will never be hungry,” the Fish Lady told me after we discussed the price of haddock. “I will always have a variety of things to eat in the house for him.”
The Wise Snowy Owl
Brian McNaught has been an author and educator on LGBTQ issues since 1974. Former Congressman Barney Frank said of Brian, “No one has done a better job of chronicling what it’s like to grow up gay."
The morning was perfect, beyond any expectation. We went to the orchid show, and we were in a pink-cloud honeymoon that neither of us expected but we both felt intensely for an hour and a half.
I had swum my laps and was lying in 90-degree water, with my neck rolling slowly back and forth on the hot cement rim of the pool, my eyes closed, the sun in my face. I was in heaven, or so I imagined, and asked for the sound of Ray’s voice and Sebastian’s bark.
Who gives us permission to live fully? How do we break the chains?
“When did you know that you had fallen in love with me?” I recently asked Ray. “You can take your time and think about it.”
Today, I looked at my husband with lust. I haven’t done so in a long time. We were in the pool. He stood in the shallow end with the water at his waist. The sun was on his face and beautiful gray hair. He is so handsome. Nothing had to happen as a result of my feelings, but it was a great treat to re-experience the hunger.
It’s disturbing to hear with increased frequency that Evangelical Christians are disowning their gay and transgender children. They point to their faith as the reason for their actions. “It says in the Bible…”
He’s very good-looking, finds Ray and me to be handsome, says he is rich, and we could be too. He strongly hints at a “fiends with benefits” relationship. And he’s a con artist.
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