No Place Like Home

In the past few months, a few of the nearest and dearest have packed up their lives and hit it right on out of town.

While Arizona, Alabama and Atlanta are pretty similar in that they begin and end with the same letter, these locations are different from each other…very different.

In Atlanta, it’s the norm to see various men leaving random apartments and houses holding onto stray clothing and rocking bedhead sans hair product and ten minutes of tszujing. This kind of wild behavior and free spirit is fun to watch on the way to Sunday brunch.

In Alabama, the wild behavior and free spirit comes in the form of Lolly -- a stray cat -- my friend Shawn watches and admires -- in his yard. Yeah, it’s very different.

I also learned both Scene and Chris are fans of Battlestar Galactica. Huh, what?

“It’s got lasers,” says Chris over an instant message. Sorry kids, the only lasers I want part of my night time entertainment better be audio synched to a massive sound system a la Jungle or WETbar. But, I can’t fault him for his past times; it’s very different out there.

In a recent survey, Shaun admitted to slim pickings and lack of sex in the past 24 hours. In Atlanta, there are places open 24 hours where people go for just sex. Or, you can just order in. Instead of answering questions that ask whether thunderstorms are cool or scary; you’re answering questions like “host or travel” or “top or bottom.” Like I said, it’s very different.

I digress; Chris moved to be with his husband, Shon left for his career and to be closer to his folks. They’re good boys, those two. Soon, they’ll find their niches and they’ll find their own Atlantas in Arizona and Alabama.

But, come on now it’s an f’n cat and you two are watching Sci-Fi! W-T-F?

Ok, sorry, I apologize. I know it’s a little different out there. All right, fine, very different.