Pray for the dead-Fight like Hell for the living

Angels in America.

Fitting for today. The crisis that brought homosexuality to the media playing field, and science to the master test. ONce thought as only affecting gay men in bath-houses, it now effect everyone. The disease doesn't judge. It doesn't care.

Today we remeber: Pedro Zamora, Michael Callen, Keith Haring

Today we remember: Will and steve, Doug, and those who have gone before and those that will go after

Today we remember those still living with the disease. Not dying. Still living.

This disease will be the end of many of us, but not nearly all. And the dead will be commemorated, and we'll struggle on with the living, and we are not going away. We won't die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens. The time has come.

Time to pay the rent

I'm starting to sell on Ebay again, merly because face it, I got ALOT OF CRAPOLA.

THere is a hodge podge of antiques, jewlery, and post mortem photos. Yum! Anywho check me out:

http://cgi3.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewUserPage&userid=nitenursekevin

Three Men of the apoloclipse, Winter, and What to do about Dave

I'm feeling mentally better. I'm excited to go into work tonight, to feel human again and get out of the house. I still feel like I'm living in this hazy daze of mixed reality, and that bothers me.

Ambiquity. I'm totally torn with what to do with Dave. Frank said something very profound: You havn't physically seen him in three weeks, that isn't dating. His body language is speaking volumes. A part of me wants to throw in the chips. Another part of me wants to hang on the thread, hoping it breaks, but knowing that in my heart it will eventually break.

I sent in my postcard to Postsecret. There is something very theraputic about sending a piece of artwork in the mail to a complete stranger. I'm a little surprised imyaj didn't figure it out with the obscure clues I gave her. Specially since a big clue was talked about at lunch the other day, but o well...I'll wait and see if it is ever posted on the website. Either which way, its gone. I didn't take a photo of it, and now, its gone-thrown to the wind.

Ran into nurse "Kim" at Sands and No Bull, the other day. I have always had a small part of me that didn't like her. She asked about Dave, and was upset about it. She was rooting for me, that this would work out. I really felt a connection with her. It was odd and refreshing.

Ran into a "ghost" from my Viterbo College days. I worked with him one night. We were in the same classes. It was quite odd, and yet refreshing. He has gotten HOT over the years, and a hairy chest to snuggle up with when it is warm. It was really wierd to be working with him. Almost as collegues, when we both started out at the same place, and now havn't. I felt as if he might know more than me, or vice versa. It was as almost if I was being judged.

Talked to Frank. Wonderful conversation. There is a reason why he is in my life.

THree men of the apololipse.

Its snowing again.