a blog with cultural bulimia.

Saturday, December 13, 2003

Jose & Jose
I'm the Jose on the left. The other Jose is my oldest friend here in NY. We know each other from Brasil - we like to say we grew up playing with the same dolls. He has been a safe port, an assurance that while I've lived many lifes before they are not disjointed episodes - he is proof that it was a process as he witnessed them all.
It feels good to have someone around that has known me for my entire gayhood.
Now he is moving back to Brasil. For love. Of the country and of his boyfriend. And I feel lost.
I'm loosing my references...