When I’m around surfers, over on the East Coast, I’m always amazed when I hear some homophobic comment from some guy who is so clueless as to believe gay men don’t surf. Of course they do. I surf, though not too well. My boyfriend surfs. And I hear from gay surfers via this website all the time. Okay, surfing can be a tough sport, particularly on the right coast, but trust me: gay boys and men can be just as tough as the straight guys.
I’m still a bit dazed about the Nobel Prize news I discussed in last night’s post. Imagine, two guys can now reproduce a child who carries both guys’ DNA in their genetic code. How unbelievable is that? It opens up a whole new realm of possibilities. I think it’s pretty exciting, don’t you?
Nothing too exciting’s going on in my world today. I walked on the beach for a hour. After breakfast, I wrote for two hours, adding new passages to my work-in-progress, a full-length novel taking place in Tallahassee in the 1970s. I have a full list of things to do this afternoon, including getting a haircut. Outside, it’s overcast and muggy, but maybe I’ll ride my bike for ten miles, in later afternoon. I’m having dinner in the city with an old friend, so my day’s pretty well mapped out.
Wherever you are, I hope your Tuesday’s going well.