Kian Ray was the preacher's son. And every week he'd have to say a lecture of his own. Every week his father made him talk about how homosexuals go to hell. And every day, after school and after the service, we'd spend hours kissing and walking around the woods and the beach...our parents thinking we are with our girlfriends. And i'd always tell him, "we will go to hell, you know that, right?" He'd slowly nod and cup my face and take my worries away...whispering just one thing "it's worth it...my beautiful blue boy"