Growing up was a trip. I always had a good Mom and Dad. They would do almost anything for me. No, I wasn't an only child either. One sister and a brother but he died of a premature heart. 

  But, I was not like other boys either. For the simple fact I would play Barbies with my sister and dress-up to go to the tea party's. Never would go hunting like other boys do with there dads. I did play bascketball one year, but when you only win one game out of a whole season of game play you think"It just wasn't worth my time!" When I was young I had a great imagenation. One moment I was Singer on stage lipsinging to,Tiffany's, "I Think Where Alone Now" while watching myself in the mirror or a handsome actor in a thrilling movie about a killer after me. Yeah I was only eight years old and dreaming of a killer after me, sad huh?

  Before I knew anything about sex I knew that there was something different about me. It didn't seem to be a bad feeling but an odd feeling. I always saw the boys and girls holding hands while walking down the streets or  passing them in a store. But when it came down to me holding the girls hands I began to get all sweaty and clamy in my palms. Nervous, maybe! But it all didn't feel right. So I just told myself not to do it again. Like holding hands was sin or something. Later on I learn the whole sex ed deal. Man, Woman, and if not careful BABY!! Thats when I said,"HELL NO!". I mean I could bearly tolerate myself as a kid how the hell was I going to tolerate Junior. But you know I could always judge and tell if a girl was pretty to me, which went the same way with men. Thats when things started to puzzle itself together. I had a talk with my Sex Ed teacher about two men being together and if it was a bad thing. Of course the first thing she asked me was," Are you GAY!". I thought to myself on to why she was asking me if i was happy cause at the time, being as young as I was I didn't know that gay was also a word meaning two men together. "Why are you asking me if im happy?" I said to her. She just laughed. "No, I mean are you attracted to other men." I was afraid to say yes. More the less I was afraid that she might think I was weird or something. So I told her no and that I was just curious cause I heard some people talking about two men holding hands in downtown. She bought the lie like a fish on a hook and thats when I made my exit out the door.

I was the grandson of a preacher. So my mom always made me go to Sunday school and make me read a little from the bible every night before going to bed. Which the book never made sence when I was young. Come on how many nine year olds know what abomination was and all the other big words that came along with the bible. Church was the same story.I thought for years that my papaw was a total freak. Jumping around screaming at the top of his lungs like a raccoon with rabies. Which at moments I did find it some what entertaining. I always liked watching him slap people on the forhead so that they would fall to the ground, while there body was overwhelmed with the holy spirit. Which caused me to get kicked of the bus once for slapping a kid in the forehead and saying."Your healed". Apparently, the kid took it as a threat and told the bus driver. I was only trying to cure him of his ignorance. He also talked about how to men in the bible had an attraction for one another and how it was sinful in gods eyes. I disagree!!

Later on my attraction to men grew stronger and I couldn't hide them any longer. To make a very long story short. My parents find a letter in my room from a friend of mine. In the letter it talked about me being gay and how I should let my parents know about it. So, they confronted me about the letter and I told that I was gay. They didnt like the ideal to well and told to leave or stay and be straight. Like there was really an option. So, I left london for sheperherdsville Ky and have been her sence and that where I plan to remain for awhile. Im very happy where I am today and wouldn't change a thing. My friends are the best and I love them all.