The Night I Kissed Larry Kramer

[raybear]

Or more accurately, the night Larry Kramer gave me the brush off. I didn't get the hug or handshake goodbye -- I got the pat on the arm! I was nearly irate. I was supposed to brush him off. Though as MelRo so lovingly pointed out, the reason he rejected me is because I gave him the tools to do it -- I just dropped the big bomb on him about being bi, being partnered, being trans. I'm sure his mind is still reeling. Oh, and there's no way he's 5'7" or even 57 yo. He seemed closer to to 5'5" and 64 yo. He was the love child of Larry Kramer and Peter Boyle, though maybe more two parts Larry. Which, you know, would have been great if he was actually Larry. But instead it was just awkward in that way when your Dad's friend gives you a ride home and you like him well enough but it's a supreme effort to sustain a conversation. I found myself mumbling a lot -- that's a bad sign. It means I'm nervous and insecure about what I'm saying and/or I'm not even really saying anything at all and I'm only making vowel noises with occasional consonants to fill the air while my brain constructs real sentences.

So anyway, I'll be shocked if he calls me. Which is fine. It's not like I'd rush to call him back. But I feel fine with the prospect of possibly running into him at future community events and being cordial.



Larry Kramer:



.....though Marc didn't smile this much. He seemed to wince more, which is why reminded me of.....

Peter Boyle: