It wasn't that it was a big surprise to the people who know me when I came out of the closet to announce to the world that I was homosexual. Truth be told, other than my mother I was about the only one who didn't know I was gay as I grew up. The signs were all there but as I was raised in, a fundamental background all sex was a sin and a subject not discussed in our household. I can't be sure if my mother ever noticed or just didn't understand the signs. One would think that because I preferred to play Barbie with the neighborhood girls to baseballing, or whatever they call it, with the neighborhood boys would raise a red flag. I realized early in life that I was the 'odd' man out but had no idea that it was just because I didn't belong in the heterosexual world of our neighborhood.
In my teen years, I was more asexual than anything else, I just didn't have the desires the other boys seemed to have. This made my mother happy as she called the boys who came to visit my older sister noting but rutting animals. Even the college mother chose for me hindered my sexual development, as it not only was a religious school but close to home so she could watch over me.
After graduation and twenty-one, I married Darleen, a young lady from our church only because my mother said it was time for me to find a wife and settle down. Our wedding night was a disaster as neither knew what to do or cared to do it. After another couple of failed attempts, we just kind of forgot about our marital duties.
