Finally, I looked down at the floor and mumbled, “I think I might be a homosexual.†The doctor considered while he took this in. My heart beat frantically. It seemed I must be struck dead, that the stucco walls of his house would hate me, crush me. This was in the spring of 1957. The Doctor said...
Hang on, it's going to be a wild ride!
Robin
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