A couple days ago I was given a gift. The previous owner is now dead. The previous owner was gay, but he could not deal with all the homophobia, said thats enough, put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I am honored to have the gift. But the gift saddens me greatly. This man was a little younger than me. I did not know he was gay until after he blew his brains out. I did not know I was gay when he killed himself. Reflecting I did have eyes for him way back when. I've always liked him. He was funny, witty, and cute. It would have been fun to live in a non homophobic world and had gotten the opportunity to have asked him out on a date.
So sad where someone comes to that end when there's love somewhere for all of us if we have the courage to find it. You're honored and saddened but can carry on where he couldn't anymore.
