Last night William (my boyfriend) gave voice to the fact that he is jealous of the time I spend talking with the fine folks on this forum. When I tried to explain how much I enjoy spending time with my friends, he said, in Spanish, “Those aren’t your friends. You don’t know those people.” I was shocked! I don’t make friends easily. My circle of friends can be counted on two hands with fingers to spare. I do not like making friends in the gay community, because it is rare for me to find fellow gays who are not severely damaged or affected by growing up gay. That sounds awful, but it’s true. The kinds of gays I get along with are not usually annexed to The Community, thus they are found by chance. I told William, “Welcome to the 21st century! These are my friends! It doesn’t matter that I have never met them in the flesh. I talk to them all day, and we talk about things that are interesting to me and to them.” You guys really are my friends. I wonder what kind of teacher Wolfie is. Is he the cool teacher or the hard-ass teacher who gives a wicked report to do over the spring break? I wonder how pretty the trees are in Cogito’s yard when the autumn changes their colors. I wonder what Maia has for breakfast on her tiny little island in the middle of nowhere. I wonder if Chimmy and I have walked through the same antique stores in St. Augustine, maybe even on the same day! Have we passed each other? Have I said hello to her in the flesh? I always say hello to anyone who looks friendly. I wonder what Banzai’s house looks like and what music he listens to. I wonder who Aurora Black pals around with and where he goes while he’s on vacation. I explained all of these things to William and he understood a little better. Am I the only one who has a loved one who has felt jealous of the forum?