It seems astonishing to me that I could write twenty eight chapters about what so far is about three years of life. I knew it was a good life, even when it was difficult and intense. And in the narrative of those times I am still several months away from the actual epiphany, what became the central change; my actual 'coming out'.
I can remember much of what happened, the material is still there. But for the minute I am resting from writing more, resting before committing to print the events that became the change I did not know was going to happen, and was not what it appeared to be at first.
It has become a cliche to say that the four most emotionally intense changes we can go through are changes in relationships, changes in jobs, changing where we dwell, and lastly for most of us, bereavement. In the eighteen months that follow on from Autumn 1991 I would experience several changes of address, and a rather dizzying change of direction in my life where I would end up in places that I did not know existed.
Writing about changes and moves that are that fast and cover that much ground takes preparation So the rest of the story-another eighteen months of it-will get told but it will be told best in the right time for me to write it-probably next year; in 2025, if the world I am publishing this reconstructed diary into lasts that long....
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| to looking like this a little over two years later... |
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| In the meanwhile you can guess how I got from looking like this in December 1989... |
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