I lied to a group of people for a prolonged period of time. I knew I was lying, many of them knew I was lying, and I would do it again.
It was the right thing to do. I am a liar.
In December of 2006 my friends and I told the hospital staff that I was the AIDS patient’s sister. We did so because his partner of 14 years had no legal rights without waving a sheet of paper in front of their faces every time he opened his mouth.
I am a liar. My Steven has been dead for two and a half years. For some reason I miss him terribly today.
I’d lie for him any day, but if California repeals Prop 8 you might make it easier on someone else.