I’m glad you stumbled upon my blog. I hope you find more here to enjoy. I will tell Terry that you liked his movie, he’ll be very pleased.

Thanks for posting!

Geoff

My friends call that “Gaydar” and I’ve found that straight people have more of it than gay people for some reason. Probably because they don’t have any vested interest in it! (There is actually a movie called Gaydar made by a friend of mine named Terry Ray about a fellow who finds a device at a rummage sale that, when you point it at someone, it tells you if they’re gay. Very funny. He’s actually just developed a toy version of it called the “The Gaydar Gun” that he should have in markets by the holidays. Plug for a friend.)

I’m glad your brother was able to have an annoying sister to help him smooth the way. And, yes, after the pain of telling the truth, it makes life infinately easier.

Thanks for you comments!

It definitely is a process but once you do it, I think it must be like taking this huge load of your shoulders. All we want is to be loved and accepted, right?

I would also like to mention that every day you didn’t respond to my “comment or seppuku” comment was another day that made the joke all that much funnier. I applaud you again. Of course, I believe it to have been intentional. Should the opposite in fact be true, you may hold onto that knowledge for yourself.

Now I must go forth and raid your other blog entries. I hope you do not get sick of me before I am done.

I’m back in LA, settled in and finally ready to respond to your (now 2, count them, 2) missives. Tell your wife that, if she wants to experience things not quite as grave as she might over at Gaiman’s place, I’m her guy. And thank you for your kind comment about my writing. I blush. Really. People make fun of me all the time about it. Used to be a lady who went out of the way to make my face turn red. She said it was cute. It thought it was, all in all, rather rude, but what can you do. I got her in the final chapter, though, made her blush all the way up her scalp. She never made the connection to her own behavior, however, and simply got mad at me.

And, yes, I’ve been gay since at least last Tuesday. I may write a blog about it sometime, but it’s still a little too personal a subject to be plastering it all over the net, don’t you think? I mean, there have to be boundaries and proprieties must be adhered to.

I hope my tardy response to your quick response to my truncated response didn’t cause you too much undue stress. (A little should be fine, it helps the skin tone, I’m told.) However, if you need an excuse to pull out the pig swill, you’re not taking it seriously enough.

If you happen to read further back in the archives, here, post comments on them, if you will. It will give me the illusion that many, many people are reading my pithy blog and will make me swell with pride. Why aren’t many, many people reading it, anyway? I shower daily. Well, most days. I don’t spit when I speak. I still have my head, so obviously the etiquette Samurai don’t find me objectionable. Perhaps I should write more about Paris Lohan or Lindsay Spears.

Well, back to my busy life. I await another comment on another page. Another op’nin of another show. Another Nutter Butter peanut butter sandwich cookie. And other stuff.

Geoff

This being the internet, and this particular piece of the internet being owned and operated by you, I had no way of knowing that you would read my comment, then be stretched for time at a retreat in Minneapolis. Therefore, had you simply not responded until you had time, I would never have known. Nor would I have in any way have been upset. I would not have thought “Man, Geoff didn’t respond immediately. He must not like me. Time to pull out the pig swill and drown my sorrows.”

So, my good man, it is important to note that you could have said nothing, and everything would be fine. But now you *have* made a comment… and now that you have, I’m expecting a reply. You’ve backed yourself into a corner. You have no other options. I’m sorry. Comment, or seppuku.

So say the voices, who are obviously old samurai from the days of conversation etiquette. Etiquette samurai are the worst. One wrong fork at dinner, and *whoosh*. No more head.

P.S. Tell the voices to be patient.

First off, thanks for finding me on Facebook. It made me feel pretty good, especially when my wife asked “Who’s this Geoff guy and why’s he look so happy?” I told her you were a best-selling author, friend of royalty, and king of excellently-worded soliloquys, to which her reply was “That’s nice” before she went back to reading Neil Gaiman’s blog. That girl – no sense of celebrity.

Second, in regards to your blog, I’m glad I came back around to read it, and I’m going to add it to my list of “things to read weekly or so or whenever I’m bored and have the time”, because it reminded me that one of the things I loved most about WW wasn’t the story (although I love the story), but the writing. You even made a story about your mom’s weird tea-and-cheese interesting to read. I’m glad the blog has grown past it’s humble beginnings as an “everyone else is doing it” excercise.

Third, in reply to this post specifically – You’re gay? When did that happen? You should write a blog post about it. The voices in my head agree.