Blog Entry 6: Outed at WorkLittle did I know my first real homo date would come as a result of my job at the pottery. For several weeks after my fateful wedding day, gossip, rumors, and innuendo had flown around the pottery’s clay-dusted environs about what actually happened to cause a seemingly normal clean-cut guy like myself to make such a hasty and dramatic departure from the altar. Speculation was wild.
He was seeing another woman.
She was seeing another man.
They got into a huge fight over cornholing and decided to split up.
She was having a black man’s baby.
She was having a white man’s baby and not Ray’s.
She was a drinker.
He was using drugs.
People love to talk, but there was one person, unbeknownst to me, who knew the real truth.
Patty Charbon had worked at the pottery
