It is always a difficult thing, when one of your contemporaries has died. With George Michael, it was as if we grew up together. First, the Wham! hits, lighter and frivolous, exemplifying exuberance and the gay times….but then, love took control, and George guided me through the often confusing bends of first love…
For a gay man, the 80’s were punishing on many levels. A lack of a social network was one of them. If not for the work study job in the speech/Theatre office, I would never have known him. The countless notes pinned to the call board, sweet nothings mostly, hoping for more time together soon….balanced against the rigors of education. Fortunate, indeed, am I to have met you….