Then it HIT ME…LIKE A BOLT OF LIGHTNING!
“I guess my mind decided once Daddy died, that I was ready to remember. Maybe, after Daddy died, the pressure to keep the secret was no longer there. Still, I tried to suppress it. I tried my best to keep it from coming out. I don’t know exactly why I remembered, but remember I did. I remembered the SHAME…THE ANGUISH…THE GUILT…THE EMBARASSMENT…THE FEAR…that had been there my whole life and had been repressed through the abuse of, and s****l conquering of randomly selected women! I slept with as many women as I could because I wanted to forget! I seduced one woman after another because I wanted to prove I was a man and not the homosexual my daddy made me out to be. Of course, I grew up with the idea that homosexuality is among the worst of sins. It
