The Sunday Whirl

Seemed a simple solution, that box of tiny pills, pills to make me normal, fit in, as my parents always wished I would. Their search to find a sweet answer, not accepting the truth, would be a game they could tolerate. My parents’ eyes and ears no longer wanted to know what I felt, how I was treated, supposedly thinking time would be their ally and I would grow out of it. Believe me when I say I did try to rattle my cage “out of it” when I first realized I would be forever shunned by them. But I think now, the word queer or gay or bi is more accepted, hopefully saving lives as it is.



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