Because I’m Anal (a.k.a. my gay world)

Been out and about since I was about 18 or 19. I’ve always been joking around with mom that I like men, till one day my mom actually asked “For real?” and I replied “yes.” Yep, that’s my coming out story, not very dramatic but that’s the story.

After that it’s a gay story you’ve heard a thousand times. Boy meets boy. Boy thinks the boy was the one. Boy gets his heart broken. Boy gives it a few more tries. Boy gets his heart broken again and again. Boy starts breaking others’ hearts. Boy sleeps around. Boy finds someone that restores his faith in love.

The fact is, I’m out. Obviously I don’t go around telling people “Yo I’m Gay!” or “Hey I’m queer!” but I do have my shares of PDA’s (Public Display of Affection). I hold hands with and kiss my partner from time to time on the streets. I am glad that so far there aren’t any sticks and stones yet (which I hope will continue). And yes, I do plan to get married someday.