Started reading through this thread and burst out in tears.
The fifth post was mine:
Oh Glebby, you are so MISSED! I'm heading down to Florida TODAY--call me on my celphone. And then I remembered...he did call me! He did call me in Florida, because at that point we still spoke on the phone.
We chatted for about 20 minutes while I was sitting on a chaise at the pool. David Zippel and Christopher Sieber and their boyfriends were staying at my hotel--an "upscale" gay guesthouse--and Glebby was very interested in their comings and goings.
We chatted, as we usually did, about movies and music and dance and dancers and actors and singers and who we knew in common and who we had crushes on. I would flirt with him and he would tell me to stop--and I would try to stop, but I never really could, because, after all, who could ever stop being a little bit in love with Mark Goldweber?
To know Mark was, indeed, to love him.
To love him was to want to take care of him.
And to
really love him was to know how to let him be.
All those years, I would say to him, "I wish I could see you dance again."
Now all I can think is "I wish I could see you again."