I lived in Henry Faulkner's house as a high school student and was taught the "gay ways" Henry honed in his early days on the road as a youthful artist vagabond of the 1940s. The social upheavals of the 1960s were about to disrupt this well-established world of gay culture in Lexington. The next 20 years would be turbulent ones as I, and my generation of liberated gays, began to write our own history and sometimes tried to bury the history that was behind us. Looking back now, I see images and artwork that document our community, and I realize that it was always the outlaws, eccentrics, and artists who pushed the boundaries of our world. I'm reminded of something Henry used to always say: "Save the seeds, children! Save the seeds."                                                                                     - Robert Morgan, 2013