Suspended between two worlds

They bridged the gap, the chasm between my hometown self and my urban gay self.

Nov 01, 2022

∙ Paid

Originally Posted on March 30, 2013

Airplanes, like the one I’m flying in now, used to be places where reality was suspended between two worlds. They bridged the gap, the chasm between my hometown self and my urban gay self.

I was a son to my step-mom Patsy in North Platte, NE, only to get off the plane and be a son to my bio-mom DeLene in Tucson, AZ.

I wa…

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