I WALK NOT ALONE.

There is a memory in every footstep I have taken.

From my first interment encounter with a male.

My first indentation in the sticky carpet in the Star Hotel.

My first encounter with my brother Shane.

My first.

Life long journey into family.

I have set foot in the past.

Walked through a sunrise and sunset into an unknown future.

I have not done so without the indentations of my footsteps and others upon my heart.

AGAIN.

As I travel in the first footsteps of my time.

Our footsteps shall meet.

A nexus of novocastrains.

Walked not in others footsteps but our own.

Those that have past and those present by our side.

This is what......

Lost Gay Newcastle.

Means to me.