Coming out to my parents was stressful enough. But about a year after I busted out of the closet, I met a guy named Christopher. And we started dating. I began to think of how I would broach this subject with the mommers and the poppers. Things are going good with me.
School is great.
Yeah, the weather up here is so nice. Uh, last week I went out with this guy named Christopher. God, I can't wait to come home. Months flew by and the time came for The Meeting. Needless to say, it was more than a little nerve wracking.