Talked to Mark this morning. He apologized for the other night, saying he was just joking. I’m going to chalk it up to him trying to be funny, but failing, and me being hormonal. (I do have a tendency to be short-tempered the day before my monthly “visitor” comes to call.) Anyway he asked me to have dinner with him tomorrow night so perhaps I’ll have a glass of wine and chat with him about some things.

Ironically the “gay” theme is following me through the weekend. Last weekend I saw an excellent play, “Southern Baptist Sissies;” if you’re in the Indianapolis area I recommend that you go see it at Theater on the Square. Tonight I’m going to see “Brokeback Mountain” with a group of friends. That movie has “tragedy” written all over it, and in fact, I stumbled across the ending on cnn.com. Maybe it will heal some of my baggage. But there was a character in the play last night who tried to deny his homosexuality by being involved with a woman. Of course in the end, he returned to his male partner; I was probably the only person in the theater wondering, what about the woman he left behind? Why after more than a year, do I still sometimes want to go to Kansas and bitch-slap that bisexual jackass??? Because he gave me a whole new set of insecurities that I don’t know how I will leave behind.