![]() Tonight I would stop the pity party and actually leave the damn house. Glancing away, I headed toward the front door, grabbing my wallet and keys on the way. ![]() ![]() Getting out of my own company would help, surely to God it would. It therefore made sense that a few beers would help. Yes, there was always a but, but this time, I clamped my jaw tight and stared at my face. Tired of not stepping the fuck up and owning my sexuality once and for all. I sighed. I still had no idea if I could do this - accept this openness, something I’d spent pretty much my whole life ignoring - but being honest with myself, I was getting tired of my bullshit. I was sure that was all levels of screwed up, but it was my truth. Instead, I focused on my T-shirt, wondering if it was too tight, wondering if anyone could tell from the way it clung to my toned body that I was… gay. Sometimes, I just couldn’t stomach the sight. ![]() I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. ![]()
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