September 26th, 1977
Last night I met him.
My years have bred a certain judiciousness in expressing my emotions. Even here in my journal. Oh hell. I’ve fallen in love. Fallen hard this time. I try not to think so. I try to keep a perspective in the midst of what feels like total infatuation.
His name is Michael. And I am totally in love with him. The wonder of feeling this way. My heart is singing. Thoughts of him have preoccupied my days.
Let it be recorded. I have never been happier in my entire life. God is channeling huge currents of absolute love in my life. I am totally content and at peace. If my whole life has just been a process of getting to tonight– then every moment has been worth it.
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On the telephone he calls be babe and I melt like hot butter.
My first Pisces.
With Gene it was so intellectual.
I am dripping in my pants over Michael.