No one expects the Spanish Inquisition. But then, suddenly, it's here.
I haven't been this depressed since Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004.
It was two days after Halloween, still dark and scary out. Election Day
He wanted to re-criminalize sodomy, pass a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage, strike down anti-discrimination laws, and generally save America from the gay people who are trying to destroy it.
He wanted to make this an evangelical Christian nation, where evangelical Christian beliefs were law. No more teaching evolution or sex education. Belief in Jesus Christ a requirement for public office. Strict regulation of mass media to ensure that there was nothing obscene, like gay characters.
So we went to the Club, and immersed ourselves for three hours in the warm, dimly-lit hallways of naked men and disco music.
Barney and his boyfriend came home, and we watched together, four of us wondering what would happen next. We all agreed that we couldn't live in the U.S. with Bush in the White House. I wrote on gay topics; Barney owned a gay gym. It would be too risky.
By June, Barney had sold his gym, sold his house, broke up with his boyfriend, and moved to Costa Rica. Yuri found a new job in London, and moved at the end of the semester. I tried to find a job in Canada, briefly worked in Slovakia, and finally took a job in Dayton, Ohio.
I haven't seen either of them for about 8 years, though Yuri still emails me on occasion.
I blame George W. Bush for breaking up the family.
See also: I Escape to the Gay Haven of Slovakia.