The Search for Love in Manhattan A gay odyssey of neurosis
Thursday, August 01, 2002
I am putting my blog on hold indefinitely.
There are many reasons for this, including the fact that the voices have told me to, but the main one is that it's taking energy away from my actual writing, which is, after all, what I'm supposed to be paying attention to.
I'm sorry to have such unamusing news for those of you who have been so supportive of my efforts. If you want me to alert you if I start blogging again, send me an e-mail saying so.
Talk about ending not with a bang but with a whimper.
When I was six, I picketed my house, hoping to be allowed to eat breakfast before getting dressed rather than after.
I marched back and forth in front of our front door, carrying a sign that said "BREKFAST FIRST DRESSED LATER."
My parents, being civil rights workers, didn't cross picket lines, and that was the only way into or out of our house,
so they were trapped there until they acceded to my demand.
