Cha-cha-cha-cha-changes.

Recently, in the struggle of moving from who I was to who I am becoming, the Universe took notice and became the world's biggest asshole Fitness Boot Camp coach who wanted to see just how serious I am about getting rid of my dad bod and firming up my core.

Hello. It’s me.

I have a dear friend, my first partner...the first man I was ever blessed to be in love with, and the first man I ever hurt to his core. We have, together, over the years been able to salvage from the wreckage and repair our relationship to where now it is strong, and solid, and with mutual respect and admiration. We have healed.

Andy

Twice a week, I hang out with ex-convicts, recovering addicts, former prostitutes, homeless men and women, and the occasional drag queen. I lead two support groups at a center in Greensboro. Monday is a meditation and mindfulness group, open to HIV positive men and women. Thursday group is for HIV positive men. If I'm having a bad day, I go check in with these friends and get a sweet, gentle dose of "the real-real world". The real-real world is so much better, so much more immediate and so much more real than anything I'd ever see on Facebook, or on television. You can't make this shit up. It's too real for reality t.v., and it's more compassionate, gorgeous and messy.

Let It Go.

Letting go is not for sissies. If anyone needs a push, or a swift kick in the rump, it's me. Even then, I still won't let go right away. I've held onto grudges like trapezes and withheld forgiveness more times in my life than I care to count, so it's no wonder I'm not very good at it.