I'm not sure how confessional I wanna get here, but I'll admit that I'm a bit of a wreck. Jimmy became my best friend in the 7th grade and it didn't take long before all of my imminent gayness was dumped on him in the form of a full-fledged crush... which went on for, oh, about a decade. Jimmy was the first person I ever came out to, and while he's good and straight (I had the honor of being best man in his wedding), he did his best to support. It was such a different time, with few role models, certainly no Internet and it was all rather dramatic and full of uncertainty and much emotion.
I have not seen Jimmy in 17 years. Later today, he is arriving in NYC to audition his son at Julliard. They will be joining us at Lunasa, where I will thankfully be surrounded by my security blanket. Last night I auditioned my outfit for Ayhan. I'm all nervous, like a first date. My god, I'm in the 7th grade... again.
I have not seen Jimmy in 17 years. Later today, he is arriving in NYC to audition his son at Julliard. They will be joining us at Lunasa, where I will thankfully be surrounded by my security blanket. Last night I auditioned my outfit for Ayhan. I'm all nervous, like a first date. My god, I'm in the 7th grade... again.
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