Sight for Sore Eyes

Kay and the girly picked me up at the airport today, they were waiting to hug me when I walked out of the terminal at the airport. I’ve flown so much and it’s been probably 7 years since anyone met me at the terminal… it made me happy. Those were the very faces that I needed to see, coming back home. Being with my mother for five days was tiring. I have to avoid specifics unless I want to see her cry. I don’t want to see her cry.

Any time I’m with my family or with church people to long, I start craving the gays!

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