"1980's"

I was asked by the Chaplin at the hospital about the happy points in my life. Yeah I went in,...got a lift from a pal. I made clear to padre that I wanted nothing to do with his faith or scriptures, but I'd chat with him as just a another person. He said fine,...a real liberal.

The 80's. The 1980's not the 60's.

The fucking 60's were a nightmare for me. I was still in Catholic schools being bullied in the closet depressed suicidal the works. However the 1980's were another matter. 

I made friends life friends that I still have. 

These the first friends ever in my life. I was on the radio with my pals. We were having insane creative adventures every fucking day. We were snorting, and smoking massive drugs drinking like fishes, and doing plays music, and weird art. 

My Queer pals, and I had started assorted faggy presses. This a generation before blogs. We were publishing little books, and having a ball. My little books of drawings, and silly stories of Sissy Angels, and Faerie boys was not yet declared "not gay". The Fag/Dyke Community still was a Community.

Assimilation hadn't been invented.

AIDS hadn't taken away two thirds of my world yet. There were whole circles of people, and places that still lived. My family most of them were still alive. 

My folks were still here. 

I was in love. I was in the world, and things were hopeful, and made sense. Before the 80's was a desert, and after it the same,...worse. But for several years I had a life.
After that I existed I survived. 'But didn't live. Still don't.

'But I still have Blondie.

The minister listened, and had the class not to inject any of his holy crap into my story. He literally just said he'd "pray for me".

That, and left me alone.