YOU GOTTA HAVE FRIENDS! Part 2

Josiah “Jay” Fisher and I have been friends for the past 6 years or so. No, not just friends - there’s something special between us. (And no, not THAT, dirt bag.) We have plenty of cute ’n’ sassy sayings, like, “my sister from another mister,” or more down to earth expressions, like, “kindred spirits.” But nothing has really every accurately summed up our friendship.

We met when my side of the "family" starting dating his then boyfriend’s side of the family. For a number of reasons (most not worth mentioning) he received a rather cold reception, from both social groups, no matter how many times he came out with us.

Remembering how hard it was the first time I stepped out with this particular faggle (a large group of gay men), I made it a point to talk to him and make him feel welcome. The relationship with his boyfriend (and the snotty friends) went down in flames, uh, I mean... ended.

With time, the faggle went its separate ways. Josiah moved back to San Diego, where he grew up, and moved on with his life. But somehow, we remained tight. And grew closer over time.

We’ve never had a single fight. (No, seriously.)

We’ve never had to say, “I’m sorry.” (But only because we’ve gotten in the habit of calling each other on our sh!t, before it gets to that point.)

No matter how much time passes, I can always count on him. We, “know what time it is” with each other, no matter what. Just looking in each other’s eyes is an exercise in honesty. When asked why he thinks we’re so close, he points to the 20-plus hours we spent driving from Los Angeles to Park City, Utah (and back) together, shortly after meeting. That drive back was the make-or-break moment for us. And even then, we didn’t have to discuss it. We both just. . . knew.

For bonus pictures of Josiah, click here.

Previously:
You Gotta Have Friends, Part 1 (click here)