Queer bent bastard

Then it was my turn again, and I found myself at the mercy of Sandy. I chose truth.

“How long have you known you’re gay?” she asked.

“Since I was thirteen.”

“Wow, and you kept it a secret all this time?”

“That’s two questions.”

“Oops, sorry.”

“That’s okay; yeah, I kept it a secret all these years.”

Our truth and dare game kind of came to an end at that point and turned into a conversation about what it’s like when you first realize you’re gay, living with the fear of being discovered, and how your ‘best friend for life’ can turn against you. I was amazed by the support I was receiving from everyone. Their questions were sincere and so were their responses. The only one who remained quiet, of course, was Kyle. When I told them how supportive my mom had been, I’m sure I saw a tear roll down his cheek. It made me wonder why he was now living with his aunt and uncle; I wanted to reach out or say something to him, but thought better of it.

I think Kent noticed, too, because he announced he was getting hungry and suggested that we should fire up the barbecue and get everything going for dinner. Suddenly, everyone was up and we were all given a job to do. I was asked to make a salad. Karen took me into the kitchen and showed me where everything was. Kyle was given the task of washing the potatoes and doing whatever it is you do to get potatoes ready to be baked on the barbecue.