-13- Wedding Heat: Catering to the Masses
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Taylor had never been one to bottle up his emotions. Even when he was a kid, he’d cry at the drop of a hat. No wonder half the school called him “fag.” Children were always the first to know.
His dad used to tell him to be a man. f**k that! Taylor didn’t want to be a man. Not that he wanted to be a woman. Taylor just wanted to be Taylor. If he was sad, he sobbed. If he was happy, he squealed. That’s who he was. It wasn’t wrong to have feelings.
But there he was, twenty-three years old and hearing those same words all over again. “Take it like a man, Tay. Get over it.”
“Of course you waited until after I’d sucked your c**k to tell me.” The words came out in a flighty sob.
“I can’t understand you,” Bill said as he buckled
