i couldn't have done it without the following people
Let me give thanks to...
E-C for checking in every night with unwavering concern; for being impressed that I am trilingual; for saying "the inspired" and "not the obvious." The words you use with me have become a language I lean against when I simply can't speak anymore. I thank you so whole-heartedly.
Burbank's Finest for laughing at my meanest side; for buying me Pinkberry on a cold night and being OK with eating it in my warm car; for letting me admit to you how sad I am. When you have a respite from being strong and allow yourself to enjoy a laugh, I feel at peace.
512 for being touched that I was there for you in your hour of need. I will always be there for you because I owe you dinner. Being indebted has never felt so comforting.
The Manties for not being typical TV gays who are always affronted by everything. I can't imagine my world without your humor and sensitivity. Thank you for being my family.
Cashew for calling at the absolute best and worst moment and not hanging up when I said so; for feeding me pizza and letting me hang out on your couch; for your ingenious assertion that calling marriage a "civil union" would be akin to giving gays a separate but equal drinking fountain. One day, when you find that elusive Italian sunbeam, I hope you'll see the light you shed on me.
An for the bottle of champagne and for making me breezy. May we one day find ourselves in the same city again. Even if it means driving for hours and hours and hours. We've done it before and we've always made out safely. Did I say made "out"? Oh god, I meant made "it". We always made IT safely. (nervous laughter)
The PC for calling me on your days off and for having survived. During tumultuous times, I met you at the turn of the century and while it makes me feel old to realize this, it reminds me of how much I love you. So there, I said it. SOMEONE has to.
WG for Paris and the conference calls that make me laugh and sigh. The night of the ear-wiggling, you shone like an angel in the very dim kitchen. You told me to put a sheet on the couch and I did because I respect you and your furniture.
Clah for being my activities director in London; for letting me into your home; for wanting me to never leave. Your wit carves deep grooves into my minimally groovy brain. Your strength brings me to my knees with admiration. Admiration of your pink suede boots, you sexy bitch.
The Shrimp for telling me that nothing is as bad as the first year of law school. Nothing.
Meow Mix for washing my car, filling it with gas and telling me she'd do it again if it would make me smile.
The Romantic for getting me drunk on sake, beer, ridiculously good sushi and the idea of bubble gum taster as a career. One day, you will meet a woman who can smoke a pork shoulder with more flair and panache than you could ever imagine and at your wedding, I will still try to steal you away from her. You're far McDreamier than Patrick Dempsey.
DC for coming to see me perform poetry and telling me that I needed to quit my job to pursue it full time. Your mind is a brilliant diamond placed in a setting which simply cannot do its clarity justice.
7K for expense accounts and Falcor and our impending trip to Belgium to see Falcor or Mischa Barton. No difference.
SR for looking me in the eye every day and not flinching; for our lunches on the terrace; for hashing and hashing and hashing "things" out until "things" looked like a silken powder of mistakes and brave choices. Your understanding comforts all the molecules that comprise me.
DMA for hugging me when I ask you to and then making a dirty joke about my boobs and the various ways you'd have sex with me if you were to stoop to having sex with an actual woman. No one makes me laugh as much as you do.
Ceviche for knowing what it's like. The silent door upon which no knocking falls is the serenity of ourselves.
CJ for telling me it was ok to run away as long as I didn't get lost. Well, I didn't and I came back in one piece. I can't wait to see you and get your autograph because it will be worth more than Kerry Washington's one day even though you look the same.
Monique for taking me to a party where I realized I had grown up. Your delicious love stories are always a welcome meal for my starved soul. I keep a wish in my pocket that you will never stop conjuring new recipies with your beloved sous chef.
Monique (the other one) for sitting with me in my apartment and repeating what I had repeatedly told you and making me listen to myself. If a picture paints a thousand words, then I would paint us in your car, traipsing through CD tracks and lifting the wisdom that we know is buried deep, deep down.
KAA for asking me questions so compelling that they make my responses sound like flatulence. From the smallest task to the biggest obstacle, you make everything look easy without diminishing each moment's importance. The day I move to San Francisco, I am proposing to you so tell your boyfriend to begin moving his stuff out now.
Krusty for letting me laugh at you when you probably don't want me to and for buying me pastries when I thought I was getting sick. You are one of the most thoughtful people I know. One day, I will have broken you down enough that you are too weak to fight falling in love which you do ever so courageously.
Penny for your laughter and greeting cards. You're the world's booster, cheering on every single person who crosses your path and the Duke is luckiest to have you. You will never know how amazing you are because you are just that type of humble amazing.
The Scotsman for filling my imagination with the colors that make the future look inviting.
Brother for being so goddamn matter-of-fact. I have nothing poetic to say to you.
My parents for doing the best they could with their rumpled mess of a firstborn. I'm going to be just fine.
E-C for checking in every night with unwavering concern; for being impressed that I am trilingual; for saying "the inspired" and "not the obvious." The words you use with me have become a language I lean against when I simply can't speak anymore. I thank you so whole-heartedly.
Burbank's Finest for laughing at my meanest side; for buying me Pinkberry on a cold night and being OK with eating it in my warm car; for letting me admit to you how sad I am. When you have a respite from being strong and allow yourself to enjoy a laugh, I feel at peace.
512 for being touched that I was there for you in your hour of need. I will always be there for you because I owe you dinner. Being indebted has never felt so comforting.
The Manties for not being typical TV gays who are always affronted by everything. I can't imagine my world without your humor and sensitivity. Thank you for being my family.
Cashew for calling at the absolute best and worst moment and not hanging up when I said so; for feeding me pizza and letting me hang out on your couch; for your ingenious assertion that calling marriage a "civil union" would be akin to giving gays a separate but equal drinking fountain. One day, when you find that elusive Italian sunbeam, I hope you'll see the light you shed on me.
An for the bottle of champagne and for making me breezy. May we one day find ourselves in the same city again. Even if it means driving for hours and hours and hours. We've done it before and we've always made out safely. Did I say made "out"? Oh god, I meant made "it". We always made IT safely. (nervous laughter)
The PC for calling me on your days off and for having survived. During tumultuous times, I met you at the turn of the century and while it makes me feel old to realize this, it reminds me of how much I love you. So there, I said it. SOMEONE has to.
WG for Paris and the conference calls that make me laugh and sigh. The night of the ear-wiggling, you shone like an angel in the very dim kitchen. You told me to put a sheet on the couch and I did because I respect you and your furniture.
Clah for being my activities director in London; for letting me into your home; for wanting me to never leave. Your wit carves deep grooves into my minimally groovy brain. Your strength brings me to my knees with admiration. Admiration of your pink suede boots, you sexy bitch.
The Shrimp for telling me that nothing is as bad as the first year of law school. Nothing.
Meow Mix for washing my car, filling it with gas and telling me she'd do it again if it would make me smile.
The Romantic for getting me drunk on sake, beer, ridiculously good sushi and the idea of bubble gum taster as a career. One day, you will meet a woman who can smoke a pork shoulder with more flair and panache than you could ever imagine and at your wedding, I will still try to steal you away from her. You're far McDreamier than Patrick Dempsey.
DC for coming to see me perform poetry and telling me that I needed to quit my job to pursue it full time. Your mind is a brilliant diamond placed in a setting which simply cannot do its clarity justice.
7K for expense accounts and Falcor and our impending trip to Belgium to see Falcor or Mischa Barton. No difference.
SR for looking me in the eye every day and not flinching; for our lunches on the terrace; for hashing and hashing and hashing "things" out until "things" looked like a silken powder of mistakes and brave choices. Your understanding comforts all the molecules that comprise me.
DMA for hugging me when I ask you to and then making a dirty joke about my boobs and the various ways you'd have sex with me if you were to stoop to having sex with an actual woman. No one makes me laugh as much as you do.
Ceviche for knowing what it's like. The silent door upon which no knocking falls is the serenity of ourselves.
CJ for telling me it was ok to run away as long as I didn't get lost. Well, I didn't and I came back in one piece. I can't wait to see you and get your autograph because it will be worth more than Kerry Washington's one day even though you look the same.
Monique for taking me to a party where I realized I had grown up. Your delicious love stories are always a welcome meal for my starved soul. I keep a wish in my pocket that you will never stop conjuring new recipies with your beloved sous chef.
Monique (the other one) for sitting with me in my apartment and repeating what I had repeatedly told you and making me listen to myself. If a picture paints a thousand words, then I would paint us in your car, traipsing through CD tracks and lifting the wisdom that we know is buried deep, deep down.
KAA for asking me questions so compelling that they make my responses sound like flatulence. From the smallest task to the biggest obstacle, you make everything look easy without diminishing each moment's importance. The day I move to San Francisco, I am proposing to you so tell your boyfriend to begin moving his stuff out now.
Krusty for letting me laugh at you when you probably don't want me to and for buying me pastries when I thought I was getting sick. You are one of the most thoughtful people I know. One day, I will have broken you down enough that you are too weak to fight falling in love which you do ever so courageously.
Penny for your laughter and greeting cards. You're the world's booster, cheering on every single person who crosses your path and the Duke is luckiest to have you. You will never know how amazing you are because you are just that type of humble amazing.
The Scotsman for filling my imagination with the colors that make the future look inviting.
Brother for being so goddamn matter-of-fact. I have nothing poetic to say to you.
My parents for doing the best they could with their rumpled mess of a firstborn. I'm going to be just fine.
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