


Have YOU said I LOVE YOU LATELY!
By Michael Schmidt
I am sure some of my faithful readers will be shocked at this peace. I chose this time to write about something just very low tech, something we all have the capacity to do and costs nothing!
In this age of the Internet, Smart Cell Phones and Texting, I wonder are we going forward or moving backward. Starting next year, many schools around the country will abandon teaching Cursive handwriting. The long held stand of formal writing that our very Constitution was transcribed in. The form that great poets wrote great moving passages, husbands wrote to wives from far off wars and most of all romantic sweet hearts passed romantic notes on light pink shaded stationary.
In 1988, I got my first apartment on the East End of Charleston. To some of you younger folks, to imagine an area of a city being the center of Gay life might seem silly, but in those days, there were no Will and Grace on TV and as those before us, we gathered together close for security and a sense of community.
Just like the old Black and White Movies, where we see Betty Davis at a fine cocktail party, so were we. Christmas Parties and yes we even had a cast society, ground floor where we all started, a middle class of us gays and if you were fortunate enough, a sponsor helped you break the glass ceiling and there you were going to dinner, cock tails, party’s with professionals, people (gay) of position, wealth.
It was a time, when you kept liquor in the cub bard and wine in the fridge for a knock on the door could come any moment. The new was circulated by friends visiting and speaking to passers by on the street, Gay bars, one that I will mention in sad note, THE GRAND PALACE, had crowds of a thousand or more on Friday and Saturday Nights. While we may have had root in our little Gay society somewhere, Gay bars were magical, all the latest news and rumors were to be heard there and we danced and made merry.
However, now in this age of Manhunt, Bear411, RECON, Gay.com and others, are we really meeting more people? I honestly don’t think so! Just like you, I see pretty much the same faces unless someone’s profile gets deleted and they reinvent themselves, Camera angles from every direction trying to look younger, fitter, muscular and dare I say it, sexier. Were we free in those early 80’s, you better believe it. SEX is not dirty, while Rick Santorum might think so, I don’t. I think it a natural function between 2 or 3 or 4 people as the case may be. It is the sharing of a higher form of emotion. While it may be a one-time thing, it is something shared by people that for whatever reason at that moment found something in common. We all know about safer sex and like all of our Human brothers and Sisters decided to use them or not.
The point I am working at and hang on with your author is that without touch a baby will die. We are tactile beings, we love to be cared about, hugged and wanted. In this time where we hear so much about Bullying, are we doing better ourselves? When you are standing with your group of friends at the Bar on Saturday Night and you see a strange face, do you just try to discretely see where it goes or do you take the bold step as those of us from yester year did and say hello?
Today, I was reminded just how fragile life really is, dear friends of ours a couple who met later in life, who celebrated love, helped one another and accepted a unique form of relationship to allow a late bloomer to explore a bit, but yet had a love so deep, it would match any great love of novels, ended at 4:00AM this morning.
On Monday our good friend, Richard found his partner unresponsive on the floor. After getting Rob to the hospital, they determined he had a massive stroke. Luckily, Rob’s family had welcomed Richard; he had help take care of Rob’s father. Richard ran home after work every day and prepared a dinner and it seemed to be the kind of relationship, dare I say it, yes a MARRIAGE that would last into the golden years. Rocking on a front porch with a nice piece of music playing in the back ground and hold hands.
Sadly that is not the case. In a time like this, if we let it, we reflect about not just the immediate loss but also that of others. I thought about my good friend Doug McClure who was murdered in 1985, we had chatted and truly he was my best friend, we always said at the end of a call you be good too, love you! I had talked to Doug on Thursday and he was going to meet his new love in Huntington. It was odd for me not to hear from him for several days, but I though wow, those two lovebirds are so dazzled in their arms, no time for friends. Until Sunday night a beating on my apartment door, a sobbing partner standing before me trying to tell me the most horrible news, my friend Doug had been murdered on that Thursday night.
Rob and I had recently chatted and said as we had several times, we all need to go to dinner and I agreed, but we never made it happen. I cant give Rob another hug and thank him for inviting us to dinner, he is gone now, gone on to that other land that we all meet in that final breath of this world.
So I ask you, your partner, your parents, your friends or any special person in your life. Have you said “I LOVE YOU” lately, you just never know if tomorrow will give you another chance!
Hugs to you!
Michael Schmidt

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