This summer has been eventful, exciting, hectic and lonely for me. School starts in just two weeks and I have completed my projects for my summer internship. During Spring Semester I had a Psychology professor who taught my Interpersonal Relations Class. She told us of her work with HIV patients in Africa and her many research projects which are intervention related, she sounded like an amazing woman. Mid-semester I had asked her if she any available internships for the summer – she did and I got the job. I have learned so much about the research machine, CDC funding, prevention, and interventions. I feel so blessed to have been given this opportunity and the potential for further work with this woman and her team of public health specialist, social workers and other psychologists. One of the many jobs I was given was to create and design learning handouts which will be used for the pilot of the her pet project, I got to figure out how to use MS Publisher, quite proficiently if I do say so myself and my Documents will be used for publication. This really is a great CV piece and hopefully will be of benefit getting me into the graduate school of my dreams. Not to get too ahead of myself but I will be applying for graduate school this winter and will be looking to get my masters in social work. But I have yet to finish my BA so I won’t go too far over the edge.

The first part of this month I moved into a new apartment not too far from school and only 5 doors down the street from my last shared spaced. I made some great friends living there and have stayed in touch with those girls. Have been invited to their parents’ homes for barbeques, Monday Holidays, etc. nice people but I need the balance at the very least of metrosexuals in my life. So my new studio apartment is a decent size and I am just getting it all together for the year ahead. The first day I moved-in a really cute guy was entering his apt. just a couple of doors away, he had been out jogging came over to my door and introduced himself to me and apologized for extending his sweaty hand but, I took the hand, waved his apology off, introduced myself, entered my space and felt comfort in knowing we are everywhere. Comfort in knowing doesn’t compare to emotional or physical contact (more than a sweaty hand), I need to do something about this predicament this school year. I wish there was a group just for middle-aged fags who have lost their way, who got back on track and who have purpose. I tried to find that in the “program” but have been disappointed, I’m tired of talking about the “disease” and I’m more tired of listening to it.

My thoughts today are about living life today and trying to figure out which direction to proceed when there is a fork in the road. I know I am fortunate and have been given opportunities throughout my life and with age those gifts are more meaningful than they were say when I was 25 years old. So I will ask the Universe through the World Wide Web - Universe I am open to meeting people my age, younger, older who have been down the “road” and today, live for today and have purpose. Show me the way…