Stevie, I have a major problem: How
does a gay boy tell his straight, conservative father that he's gay—especially
when that straight, conservative father is busy running for king of a straight,
conservative state? Major, major problem: After the election, the new king
intends to put gay boys like me in their place: out. Talk about a hindrance to
open, honest, father-son communication!
So how does a scared gay boy win the
love and understanding and (dare I say it?) blessing of his father? It can't
happen, especially if the father becomes king. But if the father is somehow
convinced by a mad, illiterate political terrorist not to become king—well, I
think you get the idea.
My dad is a remarkable man, Stevie,
and I love him like any adoring son would. Unfortunately for me, I came along
when his career and political ambition were a bit higher up the priority list
than a little snot-nosed heir. (In case you didn't know it, Dad was forty-one
when I was born.) You probably thought we were the perfect family, but Dad and
I never "bonded" (if that term is still in vogue). Is that why I'm
gay? Who knows? Who really cares?
(To Be continued).
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