June 16th

Sometime in the early, frigid, winter morning:
time to see if I can catch the tail end of the morning and sleep a little bit more.
I doo feel lonely, from time to time! But that is the reality of life, right. Sometimes we are a lone.
For the examen of today, I think the how I spent time with the LGBT community and their courage.

Afternoon: Blessing be to God, I spent time with Wolfram Hartman in his book shop cum meet up place. For the longest time, I avoided going there, because he made it clear that I was just a nuissance. But of course, I know Wolfram very well to understand that her sassiness is nothing more than the side of Drag Queens that give them their venom. So when he asked me today, as I stood in front of his counter “Why do you keep coming here after all the abuse I subjected you”
My heart leaped at that moment and I told “Because I love you and I wanted to bring a historian to you.” Indeed, I brought in a young PhD student to him, from the U.S., who is looking at the intersection of HIV and something or the other, heck, this blog is not suppossed to reveal a person’s identity.
I loved seeing my dearest Wolfram. We are Queens. She was actually knitting something for her grandchildren, she said.
He related how an Swiss lady walked into the store, saw him knitting and in her amazement, wanted to take a photo. Can you imagine "From switzerland?", I exclaimed.
I guess he could be a lady, if he looked at him from the end of the courtyard of the craft center - you could mistake him for a granny, with that short blonde hair do he has.
He should have just sang "I what I am" to that Swiss customer - or was Austrian - who asked if he would indulge her with a photograph.
Alright, back to that journal article...
This post is dedicated to a reader I met in the cyber realms of some or other website. I hope you enjoy my blog.