Coming (Out) To Terms
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I own nothing

The german knew for sure when Mars revealed his true form. It made him...tingly, the type of tingly he knew he was supposed to feel for womem, not other men.
That night he had dreams of Mars, the ones that make one feel both ashamed and pleasured at the same time. He had these dreams for quite a while.
He tried over and over again to replace Mars with various playboy bunnies and porn stars. It hadn't work with any of the other dreams of men and it didn't work now.
The german had to face it: he was a homosexual. Deep, deep, down inside he had always known. He had always hated himself for it.
He had been told that homosexuals could never be truely happy because of their immoral lifestyle. That Satan himself would sodomize them when they died and went to hell. That they molested children. That they were things of sin...not people, but things.
Despite his own personal shame and fear festering in him, he couldn't keep it a secret. Maybe telling it would reduce the sin that he knew it was.
He told the one family member he had left, the one he loved and cared for more then anyone else. The one whose reaction he feared most of all. If this person rejected him, what hope did he have for the rest of the world?
Herr Brocken, you shouldn't feel ashamed....