Memory 54
It got too much and a comment too many, an action too harsh. I barely held onto my sanity and questioned my need for a job in this awful environment. I wanted to move back (desperately). The cold apartment buildings and the disdain showed by almost everyone. I was not even good enough for most black people and anyone willing to associate themselves with me stopped when they found out I was gay. Factors I couldn't control made me sign that resignation letter and beg for a transfer back home. I was needed and felt comfortable there close to you.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
