I’ve never felt like a real boy…

I’ve never felt like a real boy. Sure, I looked, sounded and acted real, but there was always a fundamental element missing. The ability to love and be loved. Stunted as I was emotionally from a childhood where the words ‘I love you’ were never uttered, I grew up not knowing what it felt to be loved. The first time anyone told me so, I said ‘thank you’ because it was a gift.

During my adolescence my friends paired off and found that which to me remained an elusive mystery found only in pop songs and books. Once I got older and moved away from the small town where being gay was a challenge to say the least, I thought New York would provide me with the love so long denied to me. But this city is bereft of romance…


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