There is no first time we met, no point in time when I can go back in the files in my brain and pinpoint. Nope we just always knew each other. Every event in my life up til I was fifteen he was there. We weren't friends, nope not even friendly. Though our parents tried to push it, they pushed it until I made it clear it would never happen.
That moment I can go back to. That one is the one where I realized that I had chosen my path. I was different, I didn't like it and that I would rather piss my parents off and disappoint them with drugs and outrageous behaviour then admit I was gay. Better to blame it on the drugs then be a freak.
Not my best call. Well not as far I can tell. The folks probably wish it had just ended up that way. Then I could be the butt of jokes and bailed out time and time again. You know the whole Charlie Sheen experience. Nope I had the bail out for years, many many years that wasn't good enough. Nope not for me I had to push it to far. I had to come out in a big old coked out haze and a scandal that the folks refused to accept.
The thing about the old money, we're catholics on holidays types... They don't do homo kids. Drugs, drinking, whores? Sure, but your child is gay? You can kiss it all goodbye.