In this vast universe that some call the Imagination, I wonder things...
I come from a family of very Macho-Men. My grandfather was a Veteran,
my uncles are all athletic, and my dad is an all-around man.
As I sit at the dinner table of our family reunion, the thought hits me
"Where the HELL did I come from?"
I'm feminine, I can't throw a football to save my life, and the only reason I joined my
8th grade football team was because I had a crush on the coach!
Of course I get chastised by my family members for being gay,
but I am glad that they at least accept me for who I am.
But sometimes, I want to be... "Masculine" whatever that may be...
anyone else feel this way?
I'm looking forward to comments...