An out gay Washingtonian stays in touch with the Louisiana he’s from:
All I know for sure is that I’ve run hard and strong down a lot of bad road, taking me far from the world that Shanoe and my friend Chris’ fuck buddies live in—a place of self-hatred, self-medication, hopelessness and self-destruction. I know that I kept on running through my first several years in DC, realizing that the fallout from living more years in mud than in ether takes time to heal, and that the world I left still manifests in the one I found in the culture our pioneers created after they circled the wagons around urban areas.
It never leaves you; but time and love heal.
The Dish 