A Kiss is Still a Kiss

I just came across a lovely article, written in 2008, about a dear friend, Jhan Dean Egg. He was known to many, including my friends and family, as just  "Egg".  I only saw him a few times after he moved to San Fransisco and we lost touch in the late 90's. I knew he was HIV+, but never learned what became of one of the most inspiring people I've ever met.  He died 15 years ago on December 13th, 1998.  While we were art students at Syracuse University, he was one of the first boys/men I passionately kissed and caressed.  I will always remember his bearded stubble burning my lips, his persistent phone calls to my dorm pay phone, his love of music, and his infinite optimism. I miss you friend.

Stardust

Nearly 20 years ago I turned by back on organized religion, and any belief I once had in fate or God faded with my youth. Recently I attended my aunt’s wedding and that was my first time in a church in several years, and definitely my first as transgender woman.  While I was excited to share in her special day, I had my some own apprehensions.  But it felt reassuring to be included in the event, and it was a chance for me to show my aunt how much she has meant to me.  It was also an excuse to buy a new dress.