Gay Place

USE US. WE INSIST. Sooooooo, why do we exist? We could tackle that question existentially, ponder and stew over the tides and migrations and moon phases and why that bitch never called back or left with that ho, but essentially we'd end up at the exactly same place in space and time, were we to simply address the topic directly ... topically. Why do we exist? We exist to serve you. You may not fully understand the nature of that fact or the intention behind it, but that makes it no less true. (Favor? Sit with this confusion for a quick minute. Luv it.) See, one day this thing happened to us: We found ourselves in a strange town, searching for connection. We sought high. We sought low. We gravitated naturally to print media and her attendant correspondents, as is our inclination – like-minded souls, etc. We looked for something comparable to us in other climes. When we are lost, we tend do that. Comfort in the familiar. It occurred to us – inured to our fate and embracing it as quest – that there might be somebody just like us out there, another lost, lone voice in the dark, a sad little seeker seeking to be sought. Or something. Personally, we do well with maps, atlases, guidebooks, encyclopedias, dictionaries; organization in the chaos is our healing salve. But they are not always at our fingertips. And sometimes they are tragically out of date. So having none of these resources or charts at our immediate disposal, we thought it best to turn inward. To seek the answers within. To not burden the denizens of our periphery with our personal quest. To check it before we wreck it. That is how we came up with the Gay Place. Lone voices in the wilderness and all that. That's it. Simple. Un, deux, trois. Nothing sinister. No net gain, really. Just connection. (And we feel a li'l self-conscious and selfish for even wanting that.) Personally, we couldn't give two dollops of rat doo-doo who sponsors your show, what budget you blew, who is on the list and who isn't, or for that matter, who wets your willie, makes you damp, or gets you off. We just know we love you. And sure (selfish intention alert): we want you to know we love you. But it's true! We are very happy to be spinning along with you on this fucked-up orbit. We are thrilled you were born and are here. And we are doing our best in an environment of overstimulation and information overload to stay focused: to share with you what we have and what we know, to open a free channel and send the signal out to the ether, to find soulmates, to aim for kindred satellites, skittering in the void. You'll forgive us, surely, if sometimes we fail? Thanks. We knew you would. We have faith in you. We all have better angels we can call up when it seems that no one is paying attention to us, no one cares, or no one gives us credit. Angels take faith. Check it out. Our e-mail address is listed right in this layout. Use it! Abuse it! It exists for your pleasure.

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