February 1, 2000 - Tuesday
February 3, 2000 - Thursday
|I didn't know if you were told or not. Joey Blanton passed away Thursday. He had a stroke, due to complications from AIDS.|
|2.) I know exactly what you mean. There was this guy who was in the class (senior/junior) before mine. I was terrified that I would be associated with Joey... because everyone made fun of him and we all knew that was how gay guys were, effeminate and a sissy, like him. I knew that I wasn't like that, but I figured that we'd be like two black kids in an all white school. I'd immediately be associated with him, if not semi-forced to socialize with him. But I DID NOT want that. I'm sure Joey put up with a horrendous amount of crap. I'm sure every day he went home and hated himself a little more... but it would have hurt me so badly to be associated with him. I couldn't even risk it.|
February 5, 2000 - Saturday
February 8, 2000 - Tuesday
February 10, 2000 - Thursday
February 13, 2000 - Sunday
I wrote you last week, commenting on a diary entry. And I thanked you for the video newsletter.
(I did notice that there wasn't a newsletter last Friday but didn't ask that because if I had accidentally deleted I didn't want to come across as a dolt. I was going to ask after you replied.)
But please don't take this message as chastising. Just good natured ribbing. ;)
If you're really that low on motivation, get on a plane north. You can spend some quality time with my flaming red crotch. Guaranteed to put a smile on that cute face of yours.
|Subject: I am taking a risk here, I hope I do not offend;|
I have always sworn that I would not do something like this-write a personal e-mail to you. Why? Because I am a straight female, and as much as I enjoy viewing your site, I often feel I have no right to comment or partake of it personally.
But now my best friend Laurent bounded into my house this afternoon astounded that he had received a reply back from you, I guess he had written you, I don't know what he said. But I will tell you what he said to me.
He told me that if I have time to peek, then I have time to speak; I argued that it would be an invasion for me to put myself in the middle of bulletin board discussions among gay men sharing common issues. The truth of the matter is, I first heard about your site through this guy I fell in love with last summer in Ottawa (straight, I think). I, in turn, passed it on to many of my gay and straight friends. For myself who loves to write, your depth of passion sprinkled with poignancy leaves me breathless, and I find myself relating to a lot of what you write about; it's like we all share a common ground, even though we are manifested as individuals with unique experiences. I think what I am really trying to say (I know I'm rambling, this is hard for me) is that I have quite a few media contacts (magazines such as Jane, Maxim, etc, and Newspapers) that I feel would be open to mentioning your site; I would greatly love to do a freelance article about www.justinslife.com as well, with your permission of course and with your approval (as well as any money that would be paid for the article, which probably would be very little).
On a more personal level, the honesty and forthrightness on which you talk about your life and feelings has moved me to the extent that I am no longer ashamed about some of the experiences I have gone through, and am feeling that maybe I do have something to write/say. I may be straight and female, but I've been around enough sleaze and garbage to know what's true and what's bullshit. You have so much worth as a writer, parent, lover, friend, man...don't put down the pen; don't turn off the screen. Hang in there, and please, just give me the word and I'll help anyway I can (Laurent as well).
Take care, Justin.
February 18, 2000 - Friday