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One of many missed connections

I thought we were cruising each other. Was I wrong? I saw you in the bread aisle. I was immediately attracted. Something about the way you looked at me even though you were wearing sunglasses. Those sweatpants with that telltale bulge didn’t hurt either. You were hungry, I could feel it. You saw me sitting on the bench when you came out and you kept looking back. I followed you or, well, you were going in my direction anyway. And you knew that I was behind you, you kept making sure I was still there. When we got to the cross walk you turned to me. I said hi and I think you did, too. The light changed and I kept walking, trying to be discreet, and thinking that you were going to walk with me. But you didn’t follow immediately, and then you walked really fast right past me and never looked back. Oh, the mysteries of cruising. And why the fuck was I trying to be discreet?! Well, if you read this, I still wanna suck your cock.

Ringgold Street

Oh, writing where have you been? Well, I finished my ‘zine, so that included some writing, along with some amateur layout skills and very little patience with the photo copier. But still I finished it. I mailed that letter to my father finally, or did I already tell you that? No response yet. I don’t have hope because I don’t think he communicates like that, I mean at all, about anything real. I wrote a letter to the Red River School Board District holding them accountable for the homophobic abuse I experienced from both students and teachers. Let the record stand, bitch. I better get a response for that one. I want to send some more letters to Coushatta, but to whom? I guess I could send my ‘zine to the Red River Parish Public Library, just for fun. Wonder what their ‘zine collection is like? I guess I want acknowledgment that I suffered, and then, that I won. But do I really feel like I won? And because all these prestigious degrees are starting to pile up in my 150 sq. ft. apartment? I guess that is part of it, I can flaunt my college degrees (okay one degree and one in progress) to people like my father and the school superintendent even though I know it doesn’t mean that much. But really it’s probably just more about my journey to consciousness as a queer queen fag sissy librarian, and wanting to do some sort of activism in response to homophobia in schools. College was one part of getting me there, I mean here. Friends, experiences, art and reading are the other parts in the journey. Activism through writing, let’s do it! Letter writing campaigns, petitions and, oh yes, ‘zines!