The Wallet I remember it like it was yesterday. Two summers ago, my mom, brother, and I, along with our friend Dallis, we were staying in a small Cape Cod town called Dennis, in the “Dennis Port” part of the town. We were all getting board of the small house, and the exclusive beach access. We had decided to make the trek down to Provincetown. If you didn’t know Provincetown is the biggest gay vacation town in the United States. As we were driving down to Provincetown I could remember my mom driving on the first two lane highway I’d ever seen. The scenery was gorgeous, the flowers in bloom and trees as tall as could be. “Are we there yet?” My brother asks halfway there. “No!” My mom said angrily, as this was the 5th time my brother asked
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As we arrived I felt at home with my people. I felt I didn’t have to be afraid anymore of who I was. No one else was afraid, so why should I be. The first thing I noticed was the drag queens. They were a bit more masculine then drag queens normally are, I later learned this is because it was bear week at the time. “Wow,” Jared said, “That’s different.” “There being who they want to be, Jared,” I said defensively.
The drag queens helped me identify as me. I don’t have to be masculine or feminine. I could be me, somewhere in between.
Growing up, I always struggled with being gay. I struggled with being gay and remaining in the Catholic faith. Many people think that being a gay and catholic is an oxymoron, but, that is far from the truth. I had trouble believing my family, and my God, could accept me loving who I love. For a period of time, I didn’t think they would love me. That’s when I became suicidal. I didn’t think I could be me. I thought it wasn’t worth the stress. I thought I would never be loved. I thought I was by myself struggling with my faith and sexuality. Those two words aren’t usually in the same sentence, even though they should …show more content…
We walked through a few other stores until we arrived at the HRC store. I bought a few different things, a few shirts and a key chain, which of course later broke. We walked through a few different other stores. We then decided to get lunch. We stopped at a walk-up restaurant. “I love this place,” I said to Dallis, as mom and Jared got our food. “I want to come here every summer.” “We got the food,” Jared said, coming back to our table before Dallis and I could finish our conversation. We ate and went to a few t-shirt stores. We were almost done for the day and we found one more store. We went in and I love the store. I walked around and found the part of the store I wanted to get something from. I walked around, almost entered the 18+ section of the store, Mom steered me away from that. Then I saw what I wanted. It was a rainbow Tyvek wallet. I went to go buy it and my Mom stopped me. “I’ll pay,” she said. “Are you sure?” I asked because she told me earlier we had to pay for everything. “Yeah, I paid for something for Jared and Dallis, I have to get something for
As we arrived I felt at home with my people. I felt I didn’t have to be afraid anymore of who I was. No one else was afraid, so why should I be. The first thing I noticed was the drag queens. They were a bit more masculine then drag queens normally are, I later learned this is because it was bear week at the time. “Wow,” Jared said, “That’s different.” “There being who they want to be, Jared,” I said defensively.
The drag queens helped me identify as me. I don’t have to be masculine or feminine. I could be me, somewhere in between.
Growing up, I always struggled with being gay. I struggled with being gay and remaining in the Catholic faith. Many people think that being a gay and catholic is an oxymoron, but, that is far from the truth. I had trouble believing my family, and my God, could accept me loving who I love. For a period of time, I didn’t think they would love me. That’s when I became suicidal. I didn’t think I could be me. I thought it wasn’t worth the stress. I thought I would never be loved. I thought I was by myself struggling with my faith and sexuality. Those two words aren’t usually in the same sentence, even though they should …show more content…
We walked through a few other stores until we arrived at the HRC store. I bought a few different things, a few shirts and a key chain, which of course later broke. We walked through a few different other stores. We then decided to get lunch. We stopped at a walk-up restaurant. “I love this place,” I said to Dallis, as mom and Jared got our food. “I want to come here every summer.” “We got the food,” Jared said, coming back to our table before Dallis and I could finish our conversation. We ate and went to a few t-shirt stores. We were almost done for the day and we found one more store. We went in and I love the store. I walked around and found the part of the store I wanted to get something from. I walked around, almost entered the 18+ section of the store, Mom steered me away from that. Then I saw what I wanted. It was a rainbow Tyvek wallet. I went to go buy it and my Mom stopped me. “I’ll pay,” she said. “Are you sure?” I asked because she told me earlier we had to pay for everything. “Yeah, I paid for something for Jared and Dallis, I have to get something for