Yesterday I wondered whether I should travel to St. Paul for the Republican National Convention. Prodded by readers and friends (including some who love ribbing me for my political leanings), I decided to go.
It wasn’t just their pressure which swayed me. It was also my realization that it may be one of the few chances I’d get to meet many of the bloggers and pundits whose work I enjoy. And it would be a great story.
There’s more. It will give me yet another chance to see what it’s like to be an openly gay man in Republican circles. I dare say, I’ll experience less adversity there than I do when I come out as a Republican in gay circles.
Whatever that reaction, I will share it with you. And will do my best to overcome my inclination to write essayistic posts so I can post more readily and regularly from the convention.