Oh, hey. I turned “30″ this week.
Three days ago, to be exact, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it (at least in passing). We all mark significant milestones in our lives, and 22 September 1979 was one of the most critical in my development. Not unlike a majority of gay men of my generation, the moment we pass from acknowledging our attractions to acting upon them can be tumultuous, distressing, earth-shattering and wonderful.
Thousands of men later, many thousands of experiences later… and yet, that particular “birth” was more than sex. It was entry into Otherness. Outsiderness. I cherish and celebrate that singular moment, that birth, in every encounter, on every new day.
Happy Birthday, me. Thirty years. Ho-LEE.
I hope every gay kid reading this, but not yet having had the moment of birth of which I speak, knows that those who’ve come before you — heh — will always be your brothers.
Peace. And Love. Lots and lots of Love.
Video: The Dandy Warhols, “Godless”
(Thanks, Bruce.)
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YAY! Happy Gay Birthday!
You’ve got me thinking when that anniversary is for me. I remember the where & who, but not the exact date. Hmmm.
Happy Birthday! (And yes I agree it is a birth in a manner of speaking. A drunken crash of one in my case but…)
I remember mine — 4:45 pm (EDT), Sunday August 25, 1968, in a rooming house on Marlborough Street in Boston MA. His name was Jack. I never saw him again, but I will always remember that “first time”. It was wonderful.
I agree this is an important anniversary for each of us. I realized later that this date was also the anniversary of the liberation of Paris from the Nazis; on a personal level, my own “liberation” was no less life-changing for me than Paris’s was for Parisians.
Happy Belated Gay Birthday!