Letters for Paul Owens-Troupe
A stalker is an admirer is a lover scorned. An equal is a learner is a teacher is a friend. A diamond is forever. This is the one. He grabbed a hold of me, the first moment we met. Right from behind and close enough for me to warn You'd better be gay or I'm going to get you fired. I was never his hag, though he had several very close ones who I imagine are hurting right now. We were fags together. Me in the closet of my own failed sapphism. He in the flames of his unabashed queerness. What I only ever wanted was a close friend, and for the past 2 decades he was often my best one. It's not lost on me that in that time only my surrogate dad shared that title. I don't play favorites, not with people and not with anything else. I surround myself with bisexual women, fruit flies and lesbians... I tend to keep gay men in the periphery ( we don't usually like women in the same way) and there's often the token straight femme (not fruit fly) and always the male partn...