September 4, 2007

Don't say where this ring came from, from whose shaking hand.

Today’s song “Loving the Highway Man” by Linda Ronstadt & Emmylou Harris’ 1999 duet album “The Western Wall” has special meaning to me. It reminds me of my true love Sean (not his real name; his real name is Shane).

When this song first came out in 1999, I was living with Sean. He’s the only boyfriend I ever lived with and it wasn’t a success. It only lasted a few weeks, like many things in my life, but that’s not what this is about. This is about Sean.

I loved Sean because he was dangerous. I made him a tape (yes, back then they were audio tapes) and I called it “Where this Ring Came From” and put this song first. He had given me an engagement ring. I know what you’re saying, gays can’t get married, but I was as married as I ever probably will be (although secretly I know I will be married again). He inscribed the ring with the words “Love, Sean”, but the ring was too big so I took it to the jewelers in Calhoun Square to get it resized. When I got the ring back, it said “Love, Sea”. They had fucked up the engraving and they really didn’t care even as I cried in front of them in the store.

By this point, Sean and I had broken up. We got back together secretly a few times, but who knows? I still love him and still talk to him sometimes. I think he may kill himself, but I can’t save him either.


In other news, the guy I liked when I first moved to LA, I found more naked pictures of him online. This made me so excited. I really want to have sex with him, but we’re just friends. Oh, rats.

Here is “Loving the Highway Man”

http://www.zshare.net/audio/43465842df19ab/

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