Meet Me by the Water Fountain

My Life Sucks

Fun fact about being gay in my town.

You can't come out of the closet until you are safely out of your parents reach.

My parents are very old style Christians. My dad's motto is: "there is nothing you can't fix with a belt."

Once I was caught putting on my mom's lipstick when I was about thirteen and I got the living hell beat out of me and walked to school next morning limping. My best friend, Anna, came out as lesbian and I was forbidden to talk to her. My parents walked in on me watching a T.V show with gay characters and I was grounded from television for a month.

Anna's parents were Christians. She was lesbian. They supported her. Why couldn't mine support me?

My town was an old, western styled d\town with no more than five hundred people occupying it. The grass was kept trimmed down low; it never went above your ankles. My high school was very small, but there weren't more than two hundred and fifty kids there, so it wasn't that crowded. There weren't many big stores. You had to go to Dallas to see that stuff.

My house was on the edge of a half a mile long lake, separated from the rest of the town, but still close enough to get there in twenty five minutes by walking. My house was simple. A handmade, two story house with three bedrooms three bathrooms. One for my parents, one for me, and one for my sister. We were forbidden to touch any of the antique furnitures, so if all the seats were taken, looks like your sitting your ass on the ground.

My parents had a moderate income. Not enough to be rich, but enough to not be poor.

'Oh, I have a good life, Alex!' I can picture you saying that.

Did you miss the whole homophobic parent thing?

I don't think you get it. If my parents found out I was gay I would be living out on the streets. If my friends found out I was gay, I wouldn't have friends. Hell, if my dog found out I was gay, I wouldn't have a dog.

Growing up, we were taught to submit to God and follow his steps and you will be saved. I believe all that stuff and all, but being gay is one of my sins. I personally didn't care.

My opinion is that God said be nice to everybody because only he knows them inside and out.

I think my town missed that part in the Bible.

My life was the same, sucky life for years. Get up, kiss Mom on the cheek, hug Dad, bicker with my sister, hide being gay, go to school, learn, hide being gay, hang out with friends at the skatepark, hide being gay.

All that was the same.

Until Micheal, Mike, Simson came along.