Friends - Without Benefits

Michael has come and gone, has already called me from Houston to say he is home safe.

If you follow this blog,  you know that he and I were lovers nearly 40 years ago and drifted apart while life was going on around us.  We recently reconnected and started a phone flirtation over a month in length.  You know that he phoned me out of the blue when I was in the South of France at a Zona Rosa Retreat, saying he had important things to talk to me about, and that he wanted to come to see me.

He arrived on Thursday, June 23, and our visit ended last night when we said good-night and pecked one another softly on the lips.  The story of his visit is recorded on a new blog, a blog just for our story.  It may be a very short story.  Who knows?  It may be a very long one.  I chose not to write about my experiences with Michael here on this blog because this blog sprang from my experiences after the death of the love of my live, my Darling, my Clint, who passed away two years ago.

I had to give them separation.  I don’t want to make the mistake of co-mingling these stories, though they do have a few threads in common.

Michael and Me is the new blog, and it is not PG.  I don’t want any of my grandchildren running up on it by mistake, so if you don’t already have the URL, e-mail me, and I will send it to you.

I will continue to blog here on The Red Sweater.  This is in not way its end.  There will be essays and thoughts, but I’ve been reshuffling my priorities and plan to spend more time on poetry.  I will be posting links to new or reworked poems from time to time.  Please come by to visit.