"Either you're my son and straight, or homeless and gay!"
"...."
"Get the f*ck out of my house, you little faggot!"

Common discussion with dear old dad, over not so common topic. He made a mistake...kiss your best friend of ten years, and he's likely to flip...right? It really was only to be expected. Hey, it was just an experiment! He wasn't really 'gay', right? He liked women...hit on them all the time...though it usually ended with a slap to the face, rather than a bedding. Life as you know it can end so quickly, all it takes is an instant...

Out of a house filled with nothing but sad memories, a tragic past, and out into the world. Take refuge at granny's place, she'd never turn down her daughter's son, no matter what he did. The drinking, the attempted womanizing...it all grated on her nerves soon enough, and the confused youth was shipped off to college. Someplace where his lifestyle might be appreciated. Yeah, right. Stratford Conservatory seemed promising enough, allowing for some release in the form of art of any form or another. Still, it never would be enough.

Another troubled child, another tear jerking past...it all seemed so overdone. Our little boy was a homosexual in disguise, hiding true feelings behind a multitude of masks. Anger, depression, it was nothing new. Just as long as no one knew the truth...