My 23 year old daughter, Jane, calls to tell me that she “bonded” with a customer on a sales call this afternoon: my daughter recognized the woman’s vintage Fendi bag. At this point in the conversation Jane proceeds to tell me what Fendi is. I interrupt and say "I know what Fendi is" and without missing a beat she says "I forgot; you're gay" and rolls right along with her story.
A bright moment in a rather non-bright day.
Who Am I
- Nate
- I'm a middle aged man - separated and finally accepting, and yes, even embracing, being gay. My alter-ego Bibydays started this blog as a bisexual married man. One day I realized that Bibydays was just not an accurate description in so so many ways: Nate was born. Turns out there is much more to issues of my orientation than I ever realized. My world at work while not closeted is still not truly open but my family and friends stand with me in the sunlight. This place, once my refuge, now becomes a place where I can come to write when I have something to say.
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2 comments:
How quickly they forget!
Cool!
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