It Is A Small Gay World

Just back from seeing Superman Returns (and if that red ginch gonch isn’t enough to get you to the theatre, let me just say it gets wet at one point too) and while Brandon Routh was there hovering over our little planet, I thought to myself (much like Peggy Lee) “is that all there is?” It seems so small. It was not until I hit the lobby though that I realized just how small this little blue marble is.

Who do I run into but my friend Maher. From Dubai. And not only that, he is with the boyfriend’s friend Natalie (aka Fat Girl). I just added a link to her blog like 3 days ago. I have never met her before (love your writing and girl I have not idea where you think you need to lose weight from) and what are the odds that my friend would be friends with my friend’s friends? And that we would all run into each other in a cinema lobby? Small world indeed. And pink too.

I also have two super fantastic people visiting from the UK this week. It seems like such a distance to go. But is it really? A visit to Montreal and Quebec city were on the agenda and that is a six hour drive, so why not sit in a plane for six hours and hop across the pond? Given the price of petrol nowadays, it is almost as cheap. There is the whole adjusting to time zone thing, but to spend time with people you like, I think a couple sleepless nights and red eyes is a small price to pay.

I met Michael last year on Holy Island and we have managed to keep in touch. And true to his word in the Glasgow train station, he came for a visit. I had never met his husband Andy before, but he is important to Michael and therefore, by default, is important to me. That and it turns out, if I can borrow an olde (see what I did there? Added an “e” at the end to make it cute) English phrase, I like the cut of his jib.

People say that technology is making the world smaller and turning it into a global village. And much like a village, you best keep your eyes open as you never know who is around the next corner! Gotta love it.