In the first part of this series, I explained why I'm homeless now with my significant other, and a little peek into the day of a homeless person. Now I'll take you through a bit of what the nights are like.

There are plenty of homeless shelters around here. Tons of them, in fact - but we can't qualify for anything that will let us stay together. If you're under 21, have kids, or are a veteran, you have a place. If you're HIV positive, mentally ill, or addicted to drugs, you have a place. But if you're a heterosexual couple in your mid-twenties and wish to sleep in the same room - sorry, no dice.

Seriously, if they're concerned about couples being intimate in their shelter, then they should separate people more intelligently than just by gender. As a matter of example, there is a "transitional house" where each bedroom is shared by two people.

The rent is pretty decent at just $450 per month with all utilities and meals included - except that's $450 per person, and you can't have a man and a woman in the same room... but a gay couple would probably love it. At $900 a month we could easily get our own apartment and have a lot more privacy and security. We walked away from that shelter and everywhere else which separates by gender.

This is south Florida folks. South Beach is not even a half hour away, and before San Francisco came around, South Beach was the capital of the gay community. If you're trying to protect people from being raped or offended, then separate people according to a psych profile, not gender.

It's a stupid way to categorize people, and in any case, they would be taking away my one pillar of strength in these dire circumstances. So instead we sleep outside. The last few nights set a new record for low temperatures in Florida, but thanks to a lot of dilligence, we had the resources to stay warm. I'll dig into that a bit later.