I was sitting at my desk, working on an article when his email came in.
And, one of the main themes I battle with, especially in the gay community, is the importance of beauty. We had taken a two-week break while I retired my first guide dog, Madge, and completed the two-week training with my second dog, Oslo. "You two look great together."I felt my throat tighten.
Jacob had stopped by my place to meet my new set of eyes. Even though I live in a pitch-dark world, I still lived in a seeing universe ruled by laws of physical beauty.
Seven years have passed since I lost my sight, and I'm now doing things that seemed impossible when I was newly blind.I live alone in Oakland, California, rely on my guide dog, Oslo, for mobility, and work as a writer full-time.I would love to shoot your pup next weekend." Thinking nothing of the gesture, I took the man's card and agreed to call him soon.Jacob remained quiet the rest of the evening and seven days went by before I heard back from him.And no matter what I would say, I could not give him the validation he sought.
Not wanting to argue, I changed the conversation and suggested we grab dinner in San Francisco. We were laughing and cracking jokes the entire ride.