By following the blogs for years, I was struck at how bloggers are changing moods. There is everything from the concerns of people in difficulty to the smiles of those who control their destiny. You move from evocations of everyday life to philosophical considerations about the loves and hatreds.

Often, the style and rhythm of the writings are exemplary, increasing the pleasure of reading. But what about my own blogs ?

Since my arrival here in 2006, I played "the game of confession", bringing in many blogs my good and bad experiences of my last 68 years, trying to draw positive conclusions and lessons for future, at least for myself and for my potential readers.

Some time ago, I began to doubt the value of what I brought and the usefulness of my considerations. Why should I leave traces of my passages ?

Looking back, talking about "everyday facts and opinions" that nobody is interested in, to give advice which nobody is listening to .... The pleasure of writing a blog stops when it is done and put on the internet. My answer has imposed itself: I deleted all my blogs, with at least the result of making room for others!

Today I regret it. Life is full of little things and the good times I spent with "blogging" is part of my life.

I will soon turn 82, I haven't anymore a great future ahead of me. The 5 years I spent with you, all the stories I read and reviewed, all the chats I participated and the messages I sent and got, all the friends I found, changed my life.

The discoveries of my sexuality, my share to the struggles that gays fought to be finally accepted, my tough contacts with AIDS .... I found them all here, sharing with thousands of others of all ages and all backgrounds. This enrichment would not have been possible without GA.

I just wanted to say it and to thanks all these who commented my blogs.