Frankie moved in.

It was either that, or see him become homeless. Since I had written to Frank Mugisha in Uganda to inform him that I was willing to house an African refugee if the "kill the gays" law passes in Uganda, I thought it rather hypocritical to not offer housing to a friend in need here. Besides, it is not good for me to be alone 24/7. I'd kinda still like a snuggle. I've been here 3 months, and who knows when the last time was that I had a snuggle before moving here. I'm going to meet Stephan in Crestline, even though I am not certain that he is my type. I guess the yearning for a snuggle drives us all to do crazy things.