I'm Seth Garcia. I'm definitely not a gay man in Kentucky during 1791, not me officer ... no officers here? good. Then I'm definitely a gay man in Kentucky in the year 1791.
I found out i was gay or at least into guys when i was twelve (i'm twenty two now) when my friend and I jokingly were flirting and i felt a weird feeling in my stomach (butterflies as one might say) i was about to ask him if he felt the same thing but he had changed subjects and was talking about a girl he liked, i took that as no, he didn't feel the same, however i stayed friends with that boy until he got a girlfriend then he became distant and unfriended me but that doesn't matter! i never told my mother either i thought she would hate the fact that her babyboy is into other people's babyboys — that sounds weird, i thought she would hate the hate the fact her son was gay, there. Uhh what else? uhm... my dad and brother died when i was twelve too (i truly thought they died because i was gay and blamed myself for their deaths for Years.) that's more the reason i didn't tell my mom i was gay i was scared she would die (i didn't tell my dad or brother)
Anywho!! One night i went to Starry Eyed (a "gay" bar) and noticed a dirty blonde man looking at me and thought he was attractive.
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They Can't Stop Us ... Right?
Historical Fictiona (somewhat) historical perspective of two gay men from the 1790's finding each other and dating I'm trying here, if something is inaccurate, i'm sorry :[ © This is a work of Fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places...
