A Jerry Curl review of 2011
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[ Editor’s note ] This year I did some things, went some places, saw some shows, I met some boys, and knocked a few back at Magnum. I built some new friendships and strengthened some old ones. I met and learned a lot from monogamous gays. They took me to Epcot, and a spirit-lifting gospel Drag brunch that “will drive you to your knees”, and made me drink Patron. I discussed Broadway shows and acting dynasties ‘til 1am. I talked about upcoming weddings and brutal breakups. I drove drunk friends home and sober friends crazy. I listened to the excitement of others moving out or moving away-- all the while being quietly and painfully jealous. I wrote and I sang. I played and prayed. I flirted and flounced. I asked for a lot forgiveness. I also climbed a rock wall and took a Duck Tour. I reversed my policy on gay pride parades and went to 2 of them. I got a lot of beads for my troubles. Jerry Curl turned 4 in relative obscurity, but I remain ever prouder. I learned the mysteries of the pho