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semperfionaOut of a family of 25 or so cousins, he's the only one I truly consider myself close to. He teaches and writes on queer studies, and I'm bi, we're both somewhere between atheist and pagan--and our family is as fundie as they come, just about. So we black sheep flock together.
I had never really thought I'd find a kindred spirit anywhere in that family, but I went to his sister's wedding back in 1991 and ended up exploring the bookcases in his room. After I found a number of titles I recognized I smiled to myself and when I got home I wrote him a letter. We've talked, written and emailed on a lackadaisical schedule ever since. Then I trusted him with a long confidence back in 1997 when my marriage was in the first crisis, and that deepened our friendship even more.
I had never really thought I'd find a kindred spirit anywhere in that family, but I went to his sister's wedding back in 1991 and ended up exploring the bookcases in his room. After I found a number of titles I recognized I smiled to myself and when I got home I wrote him a letter. We've talked, written and emailed on a lackadaisical schedule ever since. Then I trusted him with a long confidence back in 1997 when my marriage was in the first crisis, and that deepened our friendship even more.
