I have become an elderly gay man. No one is more surprised than me. Until my late 30s, I led a life that some might consider depraved. San Francisco 1979, anyone? But that’s still to come.

In the late 50s, summers I was picking cotton on a red dirt farm in North Carolina. That was the same year I was raped in Florida. Didn’t mind being molested when I was eight (that was back in the 2nd grade in California). I was amazed to learn being touched didn’t have to hurt. My mother was a firm believer in ‘spare the rod’ – not.

The rape thing was a drag.  No one including both my parents would believe ‘Bobby’ could have done such a thing. Couple years later, Bobby got caught boinking boys at bible camp. Those parents were somewhat less oblivious than mine

Also, we’ll get around to alcohol in pablum, liquid morphine in ‘59, ‘60s lsd and weed, worked for an escort service for 10 years, dancer/bouncer in Waikiki. Its been a life

@jas.

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