guest opinion
I did what depressed, confused girls needing affection and attention do; I bought into it, but not fully until my first long-term relationship with a boy ended. That boy is very important to my story. We were together for almost two years. I loved him; he loved me. He was a “good ol’ boy” (as they say in Kentucky), and he is gay.
I wanted to be a cop, but people like me did not become cops. There were too many “not enoughs” – not tall enough, not strong enough and not straight enough. I decided to study psychology my first year in college. That was a waste and I was not happy. If being gay was “just a phase” like the Catholic Church made me believe, I figured I could become a cop anyway, and these feelings would pass. So I decided to try.






