The events of this story happened in September 1978 when I was 22. I decided to finally record this experience because I, like a lot of people, have had a lot of time during pandemic shutdowns to reflect on where I have been during my life. All events are accurate to the best of my recollection...
I have always known I am gay and can even remember befriending a classmate in grade 2 specifically because I admired his cute bum. (That young kid I met in 1963 remains my very good friend.) But, like most gay kids, I somehow knew that aspect of myself was something I needed to hide. I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s wh... » Read more
