Clay received a postcard from friends today. Of a naked guy. On a beach.
He called me and was very calm about it, but asked me to ask our friends to be “more discreet”. He told me how he had been taking heat for it all day from everyone. I was also very calm about it, and we managed to talk about a lot of other things before our time was up. After I hung up, however, I went ballistic. All of my friends who had to listen to my tirade deserve a Purple Heart, no doubt.
I tracked down the chief instigator and fired off a blistering email – here’s some of it:
“…Clay received an inappropriate postcard from you today, and has taken a lot of heat for it. I would rather him be focused on keeping his head down than trying to explain and defend himself for something so utterly careless and preventable… Our phone time is precious and limited, yet he had to call me from Iraq today and discuss how things like this can’t happen again in the future…”
I told her how much I appreciated all of the stuff she has faithfully sent over to Clay. I tried to explain how grateful I am for being able to communicate with Clay, but also how hard it is for me to censor my love for him in our conversations. I said it might not be fair for me to expect everyone to play by such stupid rules, but that fair isn’t a word I use much anymore. I asked her to use this mistake as an opportunity to warn our friends about doing something similar in the future.
I got back an apology. It turns out they were all extremely drunk in Mexico, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. But I don’t she really gets why this can be so tricky under DADT…