I had no choice, other than the same two I had been fighting, (myself and “the world”), over. Those two choices were change or die. Many choose death. I attempted suicide several times, it was fortunate that I wasn’t very good at it.😉😆

PS: My mother, who was born in 1924, in rural North Carolina, once asked me, quite calmly, innocently, love obvious in her eyes, “Honey, do you think you could just be a gay man? I’m so afraid that someone might hurt you.” I said, “I tried that Mama. It won’t do, it just won’t do at all. I love you too.”

We had a long hug. There may have been a bit of eye-moisture.

She never mentioned it again.

RIP Mama 💔😢 🙏🏼