Toast and Honey, Letter to Mama and S the P

1. Toast and honey was the first really beautiful thing of the day. I had discussed this as a possibility with Little Phil on Facebook last night. He had the honey and a perfectly wrong loaf of Warburtons sliced toasting loaf and full fatty butter was purchased. We made toast for all present in the office and lips were licked and satisfaction, although brief, was had by all who partook.

2. I was chatting to a someone about friendship and he reminded me about a letter that Michael Toliver writes to his mum in Armistead Maupin's "More Tales of the City". Its a beautiful letter I wish I'd written to my mother and contains so much of what makes me happy to be me. Towards the end of the letter he says "Being gay has taught me tolerance, compassion and humility. It has shown me the limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constant source of strength. It has brought me into the family of man, Mama, and I like it here. I like it." I do like it here.

3. Finally I made up my mind that I could no longer ignore the fact that I haven't seen my friend S the P in a very long time. So I arranged to go and see him and catch up. It was good. The best friends are those you can continue a conversation with that might have begun a year ago as if time really was just an illusion. He made me a bowl of beans and we chatted about life, the universe and everything we love. It was perfect.