Woman on cell: Hey, baby, I miss yooooooooooou.
Silence from other side.
W.O.C: Do you miss me?
Silence.
W.O.C: What?
Silence.
W.O.C: Then I don’t miss you!
Silence.
W.O.C: Of course I miss you. I’m play’n.
Silence.
W.O.C: Why didn’t you say you missed me?
Silence.
W.O.C: Oh… She’s there with you… right now…
Silence.
W.O.C: Well, I don’t want to get you in trouble with your girl.
Silence.
W.O.C: You miss me, baby?
Silence.
W.O.C: What?!

Josh is like a plastic surgeon to websites.
He did this all. My vision. He is brilliance. Dude. He rocks. Hire him.

I’m going to do it. I’m going to do it right now. I’m totally going to totally do it.
I’m about to admit something that, every time I think about it, makes me bust in glee.
I. LOVE. Felicity.
Yes. The television show.
O.K. Here’s the deal.
When I was in high school, I wasn’t gay. O.K. I was gay, but I wasn’t gaaaaay. As in, well, I wasn’t officially gay to anyone else. So, at that time, I thought I couldn’t be who I am today. You know, the guy that finally understands he can like things that he likes and not worry that it might be too gay to like a certain something ( See: Alanis Morissette, over-priced grooming products, crying to Love Actually, Felicity). See, Felicity was one of those shows that all the girls were always talking about. The whole “That’s who I’m going to be when I’m in college.” kind of discussion.
In case you don’t know what Felictiy is, here is a fifteen second explanation: Felicity is a timid frizzy haired girl who has overbearing parents that want her to be a doctor. On high school graduation day she gets the nerve to talk to the gorgeous guy that she’s had a crush on for the entire four years of high school. He tells her he is going to New York. She decides(on a whim) that maybe she should follow him instead of her parent’s dreams and ends up in New York with her parents hating her and discovering that the guy that charmed her in to going to that college actually has a girlfriend and doesn’t remember that particular moment that changed Felicity’s life. That leads to Noel, who is her R.A. He’s the adorable goofy type that adores Felicity. Enter love triangle. Entire growing pains. Enter drama. Enter AMAZING SHOW!
OK. So now you know. Here’s the deal. I’m obsessed.
Not only is it great writing, it’s just visually stunning. See the other thing you may not know is that Felicity has this friend that she sends cassette tapes to (Hey! It’s the 90′s) and her friend’s name is Sally… and they say the most beautiful things to each other and my eyes constantly well up when I watch this show and it makes me happy and it makes me want to become wiser and it makes me want to be less angry and frustrated and more evolved and educated and it makes me want to go to college again.
OK. There. I said it.
This show makes me want to go back to school.
I haven’t thought about that in awhile. But particular circumstances have been leading me to new ideas. I’m terrified. And much like Felicity, I don’t know if it’s the right road to take… going back to get a masters… struggling… working hard… but sometimes you never know until you do it.
If it’s not going back to school… it may be traveling abroad to teach for a bit. I need to be challenged. I need to not feel like I am following a path. Lately, I feel like something needs to terrify me to remind me of me. Maybe I need to find something that scares not to feel so lost.
Sometimes art imitates life. Sometimes life imitates Felicity.

The other day Josh invited me over to he and his wife’s house to play Wii.
Yup. I had to spell it out– “he and his wife’s house”– mostly because I am still getting used to it. He’s married. He has a wife.
It was a beautiful wedding. She’s a beautiful woman. And now every time I see him, he’s wearing a ring. Which, is also weird. Mostly because Josh isn’t the type of guy to accessorize. I’ve never seen him wear a watch. I mean, really, he goes as far as a tie and I’m blown away.
What’s even stranger is that he seems all grown up. Not that he wasn’t grown up before, but having a ring on makes you seem more grown up. So does having a wife or having a serious electric mixer or having a Crock-pot OR having this giant flat screen T.V. And when I say giant, I mean ‘CAN YOUR NEIGHBORS SEE THAT SCREEN FROM THEIR WINDOW?’
He’s has grownup toys. Josh is all grown up. Come to think of it, we are both grownups.
In the last year a lot has changed. And when I really start to think about it, in the last eight years a lot has changed. It’s not until moments like seeing your best friend married or trying to decide what the next leap for yourself may be where you sit back, cross your arms and say: When did we grow up?
After lunch Josh loaded the Wii.
“What do you want to play?”
We peered through the options and I screamed: Tennis!
In past summers, Josh and I played tennis in the park by our house. Honestly, we both weren’t that good at it… but it was something we loved to do. We hadn’t gotten to do it all this past summer. When you’re grownups, time seems to move too fast.
Within minutes Josh and I are swinging our arms like crazy knocking the video game’s ball back and forth laughing and tripping over ourselves. It was like when we used to play outside. We were just having fun. We weren’t married Josh. We weren’t single Byron. We weren’t “grownups with new changes on the way”. We were just Josh and Byron having fun.
Because whether it’s in a game of Wii tennis or the game of life, sometimes we have moments where we don’t have to define ourselves. Time seems to force us to make big decisions and strategize how those decisions are going to play out. Why not try to slow down and just live in a moment? Like the little worlds we can get lost in while playing a game, we need to find those those moments in life where we can just forget that we have bills to pay or dinner to make or big life choices to decide on. We just need to have fun.
It’s usually in those moments where you realize that maybe you never have to really grow up. You just have to play along.

My friends call it “Hate Date ’08″ because the year I ended a long-term relationship with my boyfriend was the same year I decided to go on the worst dates of my life.
“You should just…just get back out there!” my friend Miles says when he buys me my third beer at this hole-in-the-wall joint in Wicker Park. Miles always knows a good hole-in-the-wall (which should have been a sign not to listen to his advice). “I date as much as possible!”
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An Advocate.com exclusive posted December 17, 2008
She’s best known for playing the role of an outspoken, eccentric, overbearing PFLAG mom on Queer as Folk, a tough cop named Cagney on Cagney & Lacey, and most recently the mouthy mother on Burn Notice. But Sharon Gless has returned to gay and lesbian audiences playing a new kind of role: an actual lesbian.
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