When I was a ward of the State, there wasn't much the State could do about me and the sexuality I have, I was already in their prison. The friends I had there were like me: several girl lovers and several boy lovers. I was still the odd ball, though. I was not looking desperately forward to my release. I was happy where I was. Friendship was just an added bonus. For several years, my cellmate was DEEP into studying Charles Dodgson because he wanted to prove Lewis Carroll was, in fact, a little girl lover. (Why did the Liddels and Dodgson stop the visits?) He and I were quite close friends. There is one fellow, still in (sort of prison that "sexual detention" is), that has contacted me several times over the past few years. But..., for the most part, I'm alone in the world other than the posts here and the people who make them.

Outside prison, now, I am in the closet. I have very few friends and even those don't really subscribe to my public life: very few aviators will chat with me because of how I fly. Very few sailors will chat with me because I am usually alone when I sail. Very few "normal" people chat with me because I don't subscribe to their way of public life.

Hell, I can't even have a proper ex-wife who would hate me: my ex-wife and I email often. I've even taken her and her new husband out sailing... until she got a bit nauseous...

Sometimes, I wish I could go back to prison. But, I have responsibilities to my (latest) wife and daughter. Besides, there's always solitary flight and a quiet sail...