What I miss isn't a person. It isn't a place and it isn't a time. What I miss isn't really a feeling or an emotion... what I miss, and only realized I missed once I had a brief shot at reclaiming it, is a state of being.

I miss shopping for sheets and for kitchen items. I miss making comments about terrible movies, fashion trends and politics. I miss knowing that if I don't show up for something someone will care enough to try to find me. I miss speculation about a future, off-handed...

I advocate freedom for all people, everywhere, to do whatever it is they want right up to the point that doing so either breaks the law or infringes upon someone elses right to do the same thing. That's the extent of it. Whether I agree with it or not, whether I share their aims or motivations or not, whether I think its right or wrong, I stand behind that as a personal axiom.

That being said, I don't support literally everything that's out there based on my being gay, liberal, brown,...