'BTW, the asylum is on the top of a hill in Vancouver. It was built in 1913, and people used to die when they performed unvoluntary lobotomies on their patients by simply drilling into their skull and cutting out parts. Without anesthesia.'
Sounds nice. And the whole drilling into your skull without anesthesia---- probably just a bit worse than the migrane I have right now.
'That's good, OBOG! I'm glad you found an openly gay guy to help. God knows you can't find any other one on this board!'
Oh be quiet. I didn't want to just randomly PM someone and dump all my issues with them. Okay, so I sort of did that with Anthony but not really, and at least I know for a fact that he used to help kids on message boards for gays, so it wasn't totally random.
Plus, he began his response with 'Thanks for entrusting me with such a personal situation. I'm always happy to talk to people about such issues; it's one of the main reasons I came out publicly in the first place.' so I don't think he minds too much...
Here in this cold white room tied up to these machines, it's hard to imagine life as it used to be. Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen... Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen. Whirling, swirling, never blue... How could you go and die? What a selfish thing to do...
RIP Jason