Friday, November 3, 2017
Looking inward, I.
Wednesday my closest neighbors asked me over for supper. Living in a small town, I have known the husband my entire life, he is a little older than I am, I even looked up to him when I was a child. He pulled out old photos and an old high school year book from his time in high school. Looking through old pictures, at the hair cuts, clothes, plus the youth of the people, caused me to think about my younger days. I was thinking about what was running through my mind in my late teens to early twenties and that one of the most homophobic people I know of from back then, was me.
Posted by Sooo-this-is-me at 11:40 PM
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He who denies it, supplies it.
Yes I agree, I would have tried to argue with you at one time but now I agree. May I call you something other than Old Lurker? It feels so disrespectful.
Old Lurker is fine, or OL. Dr Spo calls me Mr OL.
Mr Old Lurker is a fine fellow; please don't feed him buns and things.
Dr.Spo is the best hugger ever and also very blog clever, so Mr. OL it is then. L OL
Why? Is he a bear? Lol
Don't beat yourself up. Hope dinner was good.
JP dinner was great. It's ok, just more of a statement, those were different times, I sometimes wonder how any gay person made it out with all their marbles.
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