I don't know if Seattle had the assets or the queer community to make it a reality. There was an informal need but it wasn't the right time.

The question is, when does the therapeutic community end and the reality kick back in? Then, what do you do with them?

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.

This is the reality of managed care. People can express their dissatisfaction to Blue Cross ... it's a very, very difficult situation.

Do you know the feeling you get when you are awakened in the middle of a dream? The dream story is still real and full of color, but the waking world is rushing back into your mind. And for a moment both worlds are true, and you cannot quite tell them apart.

Reality was once a dream that took flight.