In the past year, I had the opportunity to ask over 100 brilliant people: “What purchase of $100 or less has most positively impacted your life in the last six months? “
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I took a long walk down Highway 29, which goes north to Charlottesville and the Virginia suburbs of Washington. Back at my studio, I wrote five pages of a story called “If Abortions Are Outlawed, Only Outlaws Will Have Abortions” in the voice of a 16-year-old boy.
I’ve sold over $200 worth of books in the past week. In terms of finances, being on The Neil Rogers Show was the best break of my career. Obviously, I do well on radio.
“You have to be willing to let your soul die to enter the areas of darkness necessary to pull the large fish swimming in the ocean of the political unconscious.”
Now that I’ve experienced a loving gay relationship, I feel more alone than I did before I knew what I was missing. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of Sean; I’m surprised how affected I am by losing him. There’s no one I can talk to about it, and my letters to Susan, Stacy and Miriam have all been perfunctory. Denial, mostly.
I can’t let life defeat me; I’ve got to give it another shot. Hell, I’m young and strong and talented enough to get myself and Grandma Sylvia on the front page of today’s Miami News. And tonight a reporter for the Neighbors section of the Miami Herald wants to interview her.
I’d like to find a new lover, but I believe you can’t go looking for love. At least in my life, it’s always developed naturally out of friendship. I don’t need to try promiscuity, which can be deadly these days, what with AIDS running rampant.
Dr. Grasso asked me if I flirt with the girls in my class because so many of them have been coming to her asking if there’s another cute young instructor like me. . . As for Maxine, “Maybe she was trying to get an A in your class,” Dad said. By having sex with my little brother?
I have no home of my own, no job and less than $2,000. So why don’t I feel depressed? It’s not just that I’m in sunny Florida. See, with my lack of money, position and prospects comes a very real sense of freedom. As “Me and Bobby McGee” says, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”
There’s no doubt that New York’s great virtue is its diversity and its celebration of variety. South Florida is bland, and here everyone hates the outsiders, the ones who are different: Haitians, Spanish-speakers, gays, Jews, people who live in houses made of brick rather than stucco.