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Many of you know that I've absolutely HATED the four years Ive spent in Ann Arbor. There are no fire spinners here. There's no decent electronic music here. There is ONE gay bar here. The weather blows. The people are all so...normal.

So on Thursday I'll get my ticket out: my match letter. I have to say my eyes are pretty dry at this thought. I have friends who I'll miss, of course, but we'll keep in touch...and I can make new friends. In LA there's DFK and Judith and in NYC there's...well...NYC and Regyt. Just for starters.

In 7 weeks I go to London. 4 weeks after that I'll return to Ann Arbor for one hectic week of packing. My plan is to leave Ann Arbor for points East/West 2 days after graduation and no later. I'd leave the next morning, but my Queer Youth Group is having their Queer Prom the next day and I need to be there for my kids one last time.

Yet last night I was at our local gay bar and I realized something: for a small town, I do know all the bartenders' names. They all know mine. In fact, I know a fair number of people in our small, but pretty close-knit gay community. In these last four years I've come to know my way around. Last night in our drunken peckishness we walked four blocks to a local 24-hour greasy spoon. We goofed around and pelted each-other with snowballs... Somewhere in all this, Ann Arbor became my home.

These last four years I watched my swim coach's little boys go from infants to small children. I learned how to hold peoples' hands as they died. I came out of the closet. And I came to realize, that at the end of it all, I am a free spirit after all..

And at the very end, although I can't wait to get the hell out of here... On some level I'm going to miss this f*cking place.

7 weeks.

-Mike

Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella



A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourself, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous and talented? Who are you NOT to be?

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change ur ticket to oz, the weathers better here 25 is a cold day, the beachs have sand and the boys are cuter

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-Mike

Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella



A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura

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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.

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