I was hugged when I was little. I was kissed. I was read SYLVESTER AND THE MAGIC PEBBLE, my favorite picture book, even after the point that I was literate. I grew up between tucked sheets. Mass at the local church was a weekly routine, and I was greeted with a hundred smiles as I walked down the center aisle in my white altar boy alb.
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I think I all ready told you that you dont have to lie to me to feel accepted. You'll always be my male-hetero lover ;)
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