Out of silence

David Baker read this site from time to time, I understand. If you are not my uncle--and no one is now, any more--you need not read the rest of this. To you, fond new member of the inexorable majority, I give my every thanks for all your unseen encouragement to us, all your precedents that made our years awakening to our natures more bearable. I love you, uncle, and never said so enough, and can never say so enough. But what can ever be enough? I remember you best outside the Stonewall, showing us the statues of two men, two women, erected to commemorate a day you missed but barely, when your contemporaries declared their kind of love would no longer be bullied into silence. Be sure in your safe death that I ever shall remain loud in my longing for love of every kind. Resquiat in goddamn pacis, again, again.