Lynne, thank you for everything. You are like WD-40 whereever you go. I think that riding with you on Highway 1 in Alberta last summer was one of the most cathartic experences I have ever had.
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This community is the world I cannot have in my real life. I have something like it, but it never felt as real and as connected as this. Lets us all keep trying, no matter where our paths take us. Lets us all be. Let be.
It doesn't get better than being compared to lubricant by a gay man (or a woman approaching menopause)...
My seanachie; our seanachie.
But seriously, thank you. I appreciate you more than words can say. I may have to try another haiku.
. It's strange to think that two years ago I didn't know you were on this planet, yet today I cannot imagine my world without you in it.
You give so much of yourself, selflessly. You've taught me much about how to see the world around me, to look for the little quirks that make everyday life interesting and funny, about how to listen between the lines.
They don't come better than you, brother, friend, lover (in that pure asexual sense
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I treasure you.