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August 30, 2008
And than it hits me. He's gay. Noting has changed we are still walking down the street chatting as usual, but my mind races, and reality slows down accordingly. I am watching my thoughts from somewhere a bit over my right shoulder, disembodied. The moment I realise he's gay, a gut response of disgust a nanosecond of refusal, immediately followed by shame can I be so small-minded?, immediately followed by acceptation all that without missing a beat. I take control of myself and walk on, changed inside and knowing this moment will come back to me again and again.