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Yesterday I went to a party at the home of someone I barely knew. I had met him at a workshop on hiv disclosure issues, and the whole little group of us kind of bonded and so he invited us to this summer barbeque. I knew that there would several people that I knew in attendance, and one in particular whom I have a crush on, so I went. It was a very nice, big house. The bbq was good. But people don’t seem to know how to throw parties, at least the guest list aspect. At this party there were three very distinct groups of people…

1. relatives and old college buddies, many of whom had flown in for the baby shower of one of the girls
2. Well-to-doish older gay men who’d known each other for years
3. random bear/leather types, clearly bar acquaintances. The eye candy, in other words

This grouping of people did not work. I don’t think it’s a good idea to throw such diverse groups of people together at a party simply to accomplish the goal of having as many people at your party as possible. The people who know each other always stick close to each other, naturally. Others are uncomfortable with, well, other. But I was happy to have been invited. My crush on the crushee only deepened. It didn’t matter that he was there with someone else. I left in a good mood, having smoked a bit of weed.

Today I cleaned house. All day. Didn’t do anything else; it was long overdue. It was the deep kind of cleaning, where you go into the corners of closets and under the bed and empty out all the drawers. I purged from my wardrobe anything that wouldn’t currently fit me. No more saving cute shirts for when I get thin again. No more saving ugly nicknacks that I hate. I also went through my CD’s and weeded out the ones that will never get listened to. I did the same with books. I did five loads of laundry.

There’s still more organizing to do. I need to take another pass through my T-shirts and possibly toss more of them. There is one T-shirt that I will never get rid of, however : A certain San Diego Padres shirt. It’s very special.

Tell me, do you fold T-shirts and keep them in a drawer, or hang them up? I think I need to continue to purge until they will all fit into one drawer.

I also wrote a furious 3rd scene of my play, A Fountain Filled With Blood. I like the scene. I love how the play is going. I hope anyone cares, once it’s done.

So?  Please comment on the T-shirt thing.  Hang or fold?