After 9 Months in Isolation, I Went to a Super Spreader Event

The virus scared me so badly that I went into self imposed lockdown in April.

I have sat in my little quarantine bubble for nine long months. I wasn’t completely cut off from civilization, I made very short trips to one little shop once a month for necessities that could not be delivered by Amazon. I live remotely- so far from modern life that I’m nearly in another era. My internet runs at the speed of a 56k modem; I don’t have city water or a well, but must have water delivered from a central source. There is no central air or heating, just electric space heaters to fend off the bitter northern cold that sets in every winter. We don’t have things like Uber eats or Grubhub out here and no grocery delivery services. I don’t have any neighbors without fur, and they visit me on my porch nightly and have gained their own fans social media.

I am not entirely anti-social. Prior to the pandemic, I did many things; I spoke at events, performed as an entertainer; acted in films like Todd Stephens’ (Another Gay Movie, Edge Of Seventeen) upcoming feature Swan Song. I would treat myself to a dinner out a few times a month, a twenty minute drive in any direction, both ways. I was by no means a social butterfly either, mostly attributed to social anxiety and the unpredictability of panic attacks, a condition shared by many…