26 October 1998: I Declare

Today was a Monday like any other, except for three things. First, it's the first Monday of my middle-aged life. I still cannot quite get over the notion that I am 35. I hadn't really been obsessed with this middle-age thing until someone at work kept harping on "being 35" until it ripened in me like a bad plum.

Second, I read Wired Strategies and discovered that a fourth official in Wyoming is trying to backpedal Shepard's killing as motivated as "just a robbery," which prompted me to email all and sundry on my email "gaylist" to keep them informed. That pissed me off.

Third, I placed a call to the HRC. Despite their endorsing idiot Senator Pothole, I needed to call them to find out about National Coming Out Day, and what they have planned for next 11 October. Frankly, I am declaring myself the New York City Coordinator for NCOD 1999. Frankly, I see no reason why the woman in charge of it wouldn't agree to my notions.

The national coordinator is someone famous, actually, who is well connected to a certain congressman who hates the President. Conceivably, I am just three degrees from a crossed wire with Clinton. Imagine it: I am sitting there on hold. She's on hold with her relation. He's on hold with the White House. Via some Bell Atlantic mishap, Bill is suddenly on the phone with me, either feeling my pain or trying to tell me about his cigar collection. "Hi, who's this? Oh, hi Seth. Yes, I know you're mad I won't let you in the military. What, you don't want to go? Neither did I? Do you... inhale?"

With a little research, you can probably figure out who I am talking about.

I'll let you know if the NCOD coordinatrix responds. Believe me, dear, you'll be the first to know.

Even if I don't get any response from HRC, I will try to pioneer an NCOD event in New York City next year the likes of which we have not seen for quite a while. We'll have names, sweetie, names names names. "Lights! Camera! Guest list!"

I have eleven months to plan something, even if it's just me single-handedly. But I have faith. You'll be there. It'll be great. You'll see. We'll do it together.

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