I remember when I was young and discovering my sexual inclinations. We all know those moments when something or someone makes us sexually aware. Like when you are with your family and you notice someone you find very attractive and you can't take your attention away from them. But you know you have to because you fear being discovered by your family because they don't know you are gay. Or at least you don't know if they do. And you know that the person that you are attracted to knows that you are looking at them. And you aren't sure if they will respond. Or, worse, reciprocate. You are torn up inside. Should you look? You think you shouldn't. But you do. And they catch your eye. And you know they know. And you are simultaneously elated and mortified. You look down. Every emotion is whirling in your head. Your body wants to implode. You feel like a wreck and you can't explain it.

Now... try being the other person. When it happens, I just want to go over and tell them that it's all okay. That it will be fine. That nothing is wrong. That all the feelings are natural. That someday, you will look back and laugh at it all. That one day you'll look up and smile. And he'll smile back. And you'll laugh with him. And cry with him. And life will be wonderful.

At least, I'd like to. But I'm not sure about the last part. Later.  ¶ 10:26 PM