In my teen years, I experienced two unforgettable life-changing “moments.”
The first happened during puberty when it dawned on me that I possessed an unwavering s****l attraction to other boys. In truth, the revelation that I was gay didn’t even come as a tremendous shock. It was just something that “was,” and I quickly came to accept the fact that for the remainder of my life some ignorant fools might look upon me as being “different” and “less worthy,” and that my s****l orientation was their problem, not mine. My parents, with their liberal thinking and endless capacity for love and understanding, receive full credit for my non-traumatic “coming out,” and for that alone, I will always adore them.
And the second crucial moment in my life happened during my junior year in high school wh
