Friday, December 01, 2006

World AIDS Day

You know how I'm always talking about librarians who have secret pasts? Here's one of mine. I was a little dance prodigy when I was a kid. Not even some of my closest friends know this about me, even ones that I've known all my life. They knew I was a dancer, but I never let them know the extent of my involvement. But today, I'm telling it, because I want to tell you all about Tom.

This is the overview. By the time I was 7, I was in a class with teenagers. By the time I was ten, I was in master classes with adults. By the time I was 12, I had partnered with the principal dancer of the National Ballet of Canada. I went to schools in Canada and New York, the first of which I went to when I was 11. Alone. No parents, no one to look out for me, just living in a dorm and trying to figure out what was going on.

Except I wasn't alone. Because when you're surrounded by ballet dancers, there are lots of gay men around. And where there have been gay men in my life, there has been love, care, and community. In my young world, they took care of me. In many ways, they raised me. Among these, was Tom.

When I arrived at the Winnipeg airport at the age of 12 with my gigantic suitcase and my Bananarama-inspired outfit, Tom was the dancer who had been assigned to pick me up. I remember he was wearing red Reeboks. He met me at baggage claim, and hoisted my suitcase onto a cart. His first words to me were "Jeezus, honey, did you pack your furniture in here?" followed with "great earrings." On the car ride back to the dorm, I remember sleeping in the passenger seat. After that scary plane ride by myself, I felt safe.

From that first day, Tom adopted me. He took me everywhere, and he introduced me to everyone as his little sister. I would show up at the cafeteria for dinner after an 8-hour day of classes and rehearsals, and Tom would make sure I ate a balanced meal. I was 12- I didn't know what a balanced meal was. I would have been fine drinking a Coke and having a cookie for dinner. And, on a weekend where all the older dancers drove off together to go out drinking on the town, Tom stayed in the dorm with me and we watched Madonna at Live Aid on tv. And by the end of that summer we had perfected our version of "Here Comes the Rain Again" together, which we performed for my dorm-mates at the end of the year party, karaoke-style.

When I left Winnipeg, it was Tom who took me to the airport, and unsentimentally put me on the plane with a hug and a kiss, as if we'd be seeing each other the very next day. I went on my merry way, with no thoughts of writing or calling. At 12, what did I know about keeping in touch, or the possibility that you could lose track of the ones you love?

Years later, I discovered that I couldn't ever have Tom back. The world lost him.

So dear readers, on this day, raise a glass for Tom, who cared for Librarian Girl, made sure she ate her dinner, and always noticed her earrings.

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Kiss the rings, I'm out.
Librarian Girl

10 comments:

Sauntering Soul said...

What a fantastic tribute to Tom. And wow! What a dancer you were/are!

Librarian Girl said...

Oh, no-- believe me...not any more! Those days are LONG PAST.

Thanks, S. Soul!

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much for sharing that! I have been seeing red ribbons and signs all day and not "getting" it.....but your story is the heart of what it's all about and really touched me. Thanks.

Christine said...

Oh you made me cry. That was such a lovely tribute.

So now you've got me all curious though, why'd you stop dancing?

Darlene said...

okay, seriously - I am crying like crazy. That was a wonderful tribute - he would be very proud. So, what's up with the dancing? There has to be some scandal somewhere....Please dish....

Anonymous said...

Fantastic post.

Marigoldie said...

That is quite a story. Here's to Tom.

portuguesa nova said...

Oh man. I'm way too emotional for this sort of thing.

Anonymous said...

What a great post and wonderful tribute.

Also - I'm so impressed about this dancing business!

Katie Kiekhaefer said...

I'm way behind on commenting but I wanted to let you know that what you wrote was beautiful and definitely made me quite weepy. Thanks for sharing and remembering.