Cowboy Hats and BlowjobsI grew up in the sheltered atmosphere of a small Oklahoma town where the only known queer was the object of such scorn and disdain that I could not mentally associate myself with him or his kind. Nonetheless, I knew I was different. Slow to mature physically, I was a whiz at books and a flop everywhere else…especially at sports, which was a disappointment to my football-playing, baseball-crazy father.
As this difference began to manifest itself, it about drove me crazy. I grabbed onto best friends and was constantly disappointed when they moved on…either physically moving out of town or mentally and emotionally moving into the world of girls. Not me, females remained beyond the limits of my interest. I despaired of ever fitting into my Oklahoma world. Worse, I bega
