I slept thru the fireworks—missed the whole thing. Of course, the drama has been building for weeks and this was just the latest installment in the soap opera. The cruising community is a small one, and as it turns out, an incestuous one at that. There is no reason to be surprised. The story is as old as time.Have you ever wondered where TV gets the plots for daytime soaps? Who could think up that silly drivle? Who would believe it in the first place? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, mopped the tear-stained faces, consoled the bruised and battered, I wouldn't have believed it myself. But there you are--life happens.
Wasn't this Paradise? Wasn't this the place to escape the crap we left behind in the real world? It seems life is the same everywhere. History repeats and repeats and keeps repeating. The human propensity for sin goes unchecked, people get hurt, the wicked prosper. If I didn't believe in a final judgment where all things will be made right, I would totally dispair.