Wow! Thanks guys for all of the support. I think I really needed it. Yesterday is mostly a fog. In some ways it's like a very bad dream. My partner and I are partial season ticket holders, but it's my birthday today (the big 47!) and as a treat we bought really great seats, three rows behind the Phillies dugout for a really special view of the Phanatic's butt in the 7th inning when he does his hutchit cutchie dance. Really, great seats. All the players hang out just a few feet away. Of course we lost (it is, after all, the Phillies!), but it was still a great night and on the way out we saw two beautiful women, probably in their early 20s, casually holding hands as if it were nothing in the world, so we hooked arms and were blissfully chatting when all of this went down.
I intended to write a letter to Ed Wade, the GM of the Phillies, yesterday, but like I said I was in a daze, so with your encouragemnent I'll do it right now.
It all gets even weirder when you consider that tomorrow night is Lesbian and Gay night at the park. Perhaps that, at least, will feel like a cleansing, because we spend a lot of time at the park and are on the verge of buying the whole season plan next year.
I've been out (even within the church, which is, unfortunately one of the last places you want to be out) and active for years, but it still feels shocking that human beings would react so violently to love.
Thanks again, guy. You all have been great.
Argh!
