John, my partner, a strong man on a journey.
For about a month now I have been in a constant state of agitation, frustration, confusment. And, worst of all, depression.
South Florida — and all of her quirky games — is weighing on me. I recognize living in a metropolian, urban area is no piece of cake and there are certain aspects of unpleasantness here that I have come to terms with. (horrible traffic, chief among them.) The attitudes of the gay community has been tough to get used to. For a community that craves acceptance, the judging it can dish out is down right devastating. There are certain pockets of Wilton Manors and Miami Beach I would dare not visit for fear of being ripped to shreads at first site.
The irony here is I came to South Florida to experience and live in a free and open society. The idea was to relocate from…
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