Blue Recovers

Spent the last two days at Comet's place, just taking deep breaths and not doing anything computer-related. Normally I start getting fidgety and irritable when I'm away from my hardware, my Church, for too long. But Comet with her hot herb tea, her shoulder rubs and campy ways, she's a marvel.

Comet. I don't accumulate friends easily, but Comet and I just found each other and stuck like glue. We met in a chat room when I was going through this whole sexual identity crisis that I'm not gonna get into. How awesome to hit it off with someone who lives in the same city. Back then, Comet's name was Miguel and he was a he. For awhile, we were....not really an item, but friends with benefits. When Miguel became Comet, got the surgeries and strapped on the stilettos for good, I just went with it.

I have come to realize that I am basically pansexual. Like, sex for me has to be judged on a person-to-person basis, and gender is seconday. Miguel was my first boy, but Comet was not my first girl.

Now we don't see each other as much, but Comet is always there, a haven draped in sequins. And if she ever needs help, I will be there for her. I don't care if I've penetrated the heart of the Idea-World and met Jesus himself. I will apologize to the Lamb as I unplug and go running to Comet's rescue.

Comet does not know about Blue's adventures. No one does. Some things are beyond even trusted friends. Also, Blue would sound so damn loony.

I'm about ready to go back into the Idea-World. Maybe the people will be gone, erased as the world's creator moves elsewhere. If not, I must be ready for them. But I have done this before.

Sipping tea, eating ginger biscuits, watching old, incredibly racist Loony Tunes. Me and Comet in her warm little box of healing.

--Blue Was Here