Blog Entry 3: A Phone CallYesterday, I waxed philosophical about being gay. Easy words to say. To live by? Not so much. Not when you’ve just left a perfectly lovely and loving girl at the altar on her wedding day, along with about 125 startled and outraged friends and relatives sitting dumbfounded in the pews of St. Alfonso Catholic Church.
Today, I have heard that my Alice, my sweet Alice, whom I have known since high school, has gone into seclusion, stung by my rejection of her at such a public moment, and inconsolable. That pains me because, in spite of my finally just beginning to come to grips about my sexuality, I never wanted to hurt Alice.
I love Alice.
I can hear some of you saying, “But if you really love Alice, doesn’t that mean you’re not gay? Or at least bi?” And some of yo
