081913 #human I miss people. No--I miss adults. I miss House with People in It. See, like, Anne's coming for a visit in about a month, and I'm a little apprehensive because I don't know exactly what she wants or expects, and earlier I was going to say that I don't know what I want or expect either, but that's not really true. I do know what I want, and it is not a new (old) wife. I just want to talk, and smile, perhaps even touch, I don't know, we'll see, but I want that to be one piece of a bigger House. I want a man. That doesn't mean I don't want women, but see? I want women as friends, as the spice in the pot, the chagrin of the other men, the laughing, the pointed awareness, the sarcasm, the sublime curviness of dizzying interaction. The mix. The melange. And then I want to go home to my man. 052894 #human "Well I had one of those moments today that will just have to eep out whenever however it wants. Walking with Anne holding onto my arm. Down Ninth Street. A guy with a nice voice singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot, and then it went right into Everything's Gonna Be All Right. And I was singing and I was on the sunny sidewalk and I was with the woman I love. She's my friend. We had a few beers. Tomato and artichoke pizza. She gave me a kiss goodbye. She told me she was my friend and I told her I was hers." 081913 #human And now here it is 606,873,600 seconds later, and she's coming to see me, and we've both been married and had that blow up in various ways, and...