That Night Was Different
When I was 10, 15, 19 years old I had the stirrings but didn’t know what to do with it. In my early 20’s I explored but cast my explorations to the wind. By my late 20’s and 30’s I was becoming a closeted man whore. You know one of those straight men who isn’t’ gay but just likes having sex with other straight men who aren’t gay. Then a trip to London changed everything. It made me scared, excited, confused. You see, that night in London, I meet a hot, hunky, handsome Brit. I went to his hotel. That night was different. There was no sex, I fell in love, and I fell apart. It was my first real clue that I was gay and that gay wasn’t just about having sex with another man.