I've decided for the month of March to post 31 posts in 31 days. After March 31st I can't promise anything. In April, we'll see how it goes. Though, as you may recall, I'm going to Mexico and I do not intend to have Internet access. That vacation will be sans technology and just rest, relaxation, eating and alcohol. : )
So what's a gay man to write about thirty-one times? (Especially now that he can no longer complain about his hunk o' junk laptop.)
This website I belong to called NaBloPoMo suggests this month's theme to be about strange stuff or strangers. I don't know. As a middle aged gay man... Am I really middle aged? Does 43 count? Did I tell you AARP sent me an invitation the other day? Dear good Lord in heaven. I tore up that thing like Kirstie Alley on a box of Oreos. Anyway, as I was saying, as a middle aged gay man that has survived a gay divorce, has been writing a book for about 75 years (wait the maths not adding up), votes republican more than his gay card allows and is now happily coupled with the excess 15 pounds to prove it, I think I'm odd enough.
We will see what this month's posts shall muster. Any suggestions just forward to my publicist, Bandit.