As the World Turns

Self,

I woke up this Monday morning, tired and sore...just drained. That's from a weekend spent packing and trying to get stuff moved out of my apartment. On top of that when I woke up I received a text message from Prince Esquire informing me that "it's been 15 years since you sashayed out the closet to us at Irvine."

OK first off...I ain't "SASHAYED" anywhere, ever. The "us" he was referring to included himself and a mutual friend who I'll call here Miz Independence since she is a July 4th baby. And Irvine is the name of the city and university we attended.

But Oh my. 15 years....really! Has it been that long....it seems weird in so much as...that counts as nearly half my life.

I think back on the night when I sat him down on one of the benches on campus and let him know I was gay. For those that don't Prince Esquire and I have been friends since preschool. So my coming out wasn't about me expecting him to say "me too," or because I was looking to have him sexually. It was primarily administrative. We needed to sign and submit our paperwork requesting to be roommates as part of our campus housing. Due to our such long standing friendship at that point, I did not want us to agree to be roommates and then he finds out that I was gay and have a problem with it, causing us to have a falling-out and it getting back to our parents....ok getting back to my parents!

Dear lord, who would have guess that the sentimental sap that he is would be reminding me of that moment in my life....15 years later....and I dare say he may have done so almost to the day. Now it is such a common part of our friendship, that in terms of his comfortability with it that he has done just about everything but try to set me up on a date with someone.....lol maybe he's trying to keep me to himself. (lol that should teach you about calling me "old man,")

Sincerely,

Pharaoh