Tag Archives: jordan’s kind of magic

Give It Away

Jordan and I got talking some time after midnight. Of course we were still there. Jordan had eventually put a small tumbler of fine bourbon into my hand and I had been nursing it slowly like a long conversation with an old friend. J and his beau had left but a couple more people had […]

Dancing with Tears in My Eyes

(Look for a post this Saturday thanks to donations topping $100 in the top jar! -ctan) — When you go to a wake organized by a disc jockey, you do your grieving while dancing. I couldn’t shake the feeling that a lot of people were there not because Freddie Mercury meant anything to them, but […]