| Now you really need to understand. My parents were just beginning to get pretty hardcore into our religion. I had heard some pretty bad horror stories about kids after coming out. So I did what anyone would do. I LIED MY ASS OFF. He's just a friend, mom. He doesn't really have any other friends... he's in BAND! And unfortunately, I started to be pretty mean to Greg, because I was scared to found out. I caused fights, and eventually broke up with him for another friend I liked who my mom didn't suspect of being gay. (Sorry, Greg. If I could go back, I'd do right by you.) So I managed to keep my secret, barely, until my parents decided to move to South Carolina. I really was feeling the crunch now. I was just out, with new friends, and a freedom I had never known. I had romance, and plans. I chose to stay in CA, rather than start over in a scary, religious new place. I told them I was staying for college, which i did. Saddleback College, where I was pursuing my dream of being a performer. I was out from day one. I noticed a sign for the LGBA, the Lesbian,Gay, Bisexual Association, and knew I had to go. After walking up and down the hall in front of the room for several minutes, someone took not of me and invited me in. I soon became President of the club, and stayed there for the next year and a half. It was during this time my mom found out. And IT WAS BAD. It's a memory burned into my mind. My mom calls me up. I know something is horribly wrong, I can hear it in her voice. She won't talk to me. I can hear the pain and fear. I wonder, Is she dying? My god, she must have cancer... I won't let her hang up. I demand she tell me whats wrong... "Markie... I got a strange phone call..." Pause "ARE YOU GAY?" |