I've just finished my M.A. degree, and I'm on my way south to Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas, a far northern suburb of Houston, where I will be teaching English at Lone Star State College. I stop for the night in Oxford, Mississippi, the home of Ole Miss.
I tour the university and the William Faulkner house, get take-out fried chicken from Lenora's Family Restaurant, and check in to my hotel to settle down for an evening of Family Ties, Cheers, and Night Court.
I'm not planning to go out. I have to take occupancy of my new apartment by 5:00 pm tomorrow, or I'll be stuck in hotels all weekend. That means getting up at 5:00 am.
Besides, I'm in Mississippi, the heart of the heart of the most horrifyingly homophobic state in a horrifyingly homophobic country. Where is there to go?
My Gayellow Pages listed only 1 bar in the whole state, in Jackson.
And I definitely am not going to go to a straight bar!
Still, I'm restless. I have to go somewhere.
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