And the Play Continues, or Meanwhile, Back at the RanchBut back to the s****l Freedom League (which nobody has ever heard of except a guy I met on a cruise several years ago who had belonged to the San Francisco Chapter. He was wearing a Che Guevara tee shirt and hosted a wine party in his cabin. We kind of walked around each other carefully, like we expected each other to bite, or something).
Eventually we came to my saying to Frank, “It’s me or everyone else.” AIDS was in the news; one time he had brought home crabs, another time he had given me gonorrhea. I don’t know where I found the courage to say, no more. I honestly thought it would be over and he’d choose me. I guessed wrong. It was the beginning of him leaving and getting a divorce. It was just the excuse he needed. He also had
