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About Joe

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I began my life in the South and for five years lived as a closeted teacher, but am now making a new life for myself as an oral historian in New England. I think my life will work out the way it was always meant to be. That doesn't mean there won't be ups and downs; that's all part of life. It means I just have to be patient. I feel like October 7, 2015 is my new birthday. It's a beginning filled with great hope. It's a second chance to live my life…not anyone else's. My profile picture is "David and Me," 2001 painting by artist Steve Walker. It happens to be one of my favorite modern gay art pieces.

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Moment of Zen: A Night Out


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Free of Pain

I woke up yesterday completely devoid of pain. There was no headache or even the usual pain in my neck, which has been bothering me for weeks as well. In other words, I felt good yesterday. I don’t know what today will hold, but for one day I was pain free. It was a very busy day, but that’s a good thing. I barely had time to slow down all day. I like days like that. Unless you’ve ever suffered from chronic pain, you may not be able to understand the overwhelming relief when said pain subsides even if for just a day.


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Migraine

I really thought the new monthly migraine medicine was working. For most of December, I did not have a headache. Then they started up again. I’m having them almost daily again now. Last night’s was particularly bad. It’s the worst I’ve had since I filled the Migranal prescription. So I tried the Migranal for the first time last night. It had absolutely no effect. In fact, no other medicine I took had any effect. Does anybody who’s used Migranal have any advice? Did it work for you?


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On Snow

On Snow
Jonathan Swift – 1667-1745

A Riddle

From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin.
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I’m bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.
Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare.
Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,
The foulest impressions I easily take.
My parent and I produce one another,
The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.


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