I have always envied people who seemed to know where they belonged. I've had more addresses and phone numbers than Republicans have sex scandals. Change has always been exciting to me; an opportunity, a carnival ride, an adventure. An old friend of mine once said, "The greatest challenge associated with aging is not morbidity and mortality; it's novelty. More precisely it's the hunger for novelty, a hunger that grows increasingly difficult to satisfy." And no, that wasn't a quote from Portia de Rossi. She's not old. That was my friend Richard "the lionhearted" Rothstein.

I don't know if Ellen and Portia are breaking up, but I do know that menopause is not what makes couples stop having sex. I know this because I went for a long time without sex and it had nothing to do with wrestling the menopause. It had to do with being in a bad relationship. The other thing I know is that this is my last post on Queersighted. Oh well, change happens. Sometimes we choose change and sometimes change chooses us. Either way, change is opportunity and opportunity is a gift. Wasn't it Glinda the Good Witch who said that? It was either Glinda or Dr. Phil, I can't remember.

During my short stay here in the mary old land of Oz, I've had the good fortune to work with talented, wonderful, fearless writers, who have inspired me, challenged me, made me laugh uncontrollably, and yes, occasionally worked my last good nerve. I wouldn't trade that for the world. It's been an absolute blast. I didn't get to know them all, but the ones I knew, I loved. Who wouldn't give up the safety and security of Kansas to hang out with a Scarecrow, a Tin Man and a Lion for awhile?



Trust me, it's not easy to be a jaded, sarcastic, old gay coot and a sappy, sentimental optimist at the same time. I'm exhausted. As for you readers ... I will miss your comments most of all. Most of them were thoughtful and many of them were hilarious. I hope you stay in touch. I will continue to give the church ladies hell and I promise to be an Advocate for all things good and gay. I also promise to raise the level of discourse with the religious right wrong, anti-gay wing-nuts. I've seen the light and will strive to "communicate in a more loving way", as one bible-y reader suggested. Just so you know I'm sincere, here's a video with an 800 number in case anyone wants to donate to the church relief fund.



This is the real reason I'm leaving. I've been around the boys so long, this video actually made me laugh. How novel. Pray for me. I'm going to click my heels and go home now. By the way, it wasn't hard to go home. All I had to do was open my inbox, read the transition directive and repeat this line three times ..."there's no place like homo, there's no place like homo, there's no place like homo" and I was home. www.susannorfleet.com/fairylady - At least until the hunger grows.