I just wanted to share a very ordinary and special day with someone who would understand.

Have I thanked you for our night in Yonkers?

Of course I have. You were right. It was magic.

I'll call you soon.

Are you still with me, gentle reader?

Yes. I'm gay.

No, I am not trying to be prurient; there is simply no way to leave homosexuality out of it.

You see, though I didn't say so at the time, in 1981 it wasn't really accurate to divide my life into "Work, Sleep and Aikido." It was more like "Work, Sleep, Aikido and Sex."

Some people reading this will recognize my letter to Barry for what it really is--a love letter, once removed. To answer their almost inevitable question about what happened next: Barry didn't get the job. He stayed in Colorado.

To answer the almost inevitable question of another group who only see this as a letter about sex: "No, I would not reinvent myself straight, even if I could."

Some people will want to know why I have to talk about any kind of sex at all.

Well, if I don't tell you about my experience of sex, I'm not going to be very convincing when I talk about my experience of love.

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