He'd sit on the side of my bed, and our conversations were comforting and pleasant. We were lucky to have him in our lives, and I'm sure all considered him completely trustworthy.Īfter his many visits he would stop my bedroom to chat and say goodnight. He was a well known and respected member of the community. He was trying to console and advise me and I think he may have recognized the potential that similar orientation. I was having trouble in community college and was upset by it. He must have felt I was needy, or maybe the most submissive of us all. I have pictures from then, and I am surprised at how handsome I was, a lady friend of my mother called me pretty. He was more attentive to and supportive of me, I wasn't sure why, but I was pleased. He was smart, funny and a confirmed bachelor and was friends with us all. I lived with my mother and siblings, and we had many friends including a neighbor who would stop by the house often, for coffee, dinner and other family events. I was 18 when I had my first gay experience.
