Well, that’s it. The paperwork is in. And within three to five business days, or however long it takes one government employee to key in the information, that once lofty idea of being the editor of a lesbian magazine will be nothing but a dream.
Just before it goes away forever, I want to take one last moment to remember the wonderful moments of this endeavor, while overlooking the frustrating, stressful and toxic times that made me want to chew the side of my face.
Like those late nights, working with the girls, on the issue that was going live the following morning. Only the night would turn into early morning and was riddled with passive aggressive snarks and of promises to never procrastinate again.
Or like the lesbian dictionary I created with more than 100 entries of really clever lesbian puns. Only to find out that no one thought it was that funny.
Or like going to tons of events and always being on the list, even though there was never a list. But still, it was the illusion of being on the list that counted. Oh and going around and snapping 3,000 pictures of the lovely women at the party, but later noticing that we took 3,000 photos of the same four lesbians.
Or like that day we interviewed Melissa Etheridge, but we couldn’t get a proper cell phone signal.
Or being at the helm on June 26th when the Supreme Court struck down the Defense of Marriage Act and Proposition 8. It was a spectacular day to be gay and an even more spectacular day to be super gay, like the editor-at-large of a lesbian e-zine.
On that fateful evening at the Miami Lakes Ale House when I agreed to take a risk and create this thing with two women I hardly knew, there was no way to predict how it would all go. And it went pretty well for a while – a year-and-a-half to be exact. But the time has come to let the dream go.
For the good laughs, for the 8-hour meetings, and even for the ridiculous non-fights about things that weren’t important, I am grateful.
Bon voyage BOUND.
Mari de Armas 