![]() ![]() More and more, I did not believe I was a "Chosen One" but rather, I was a Broken One. And as I grew into a young adult, it was more and more necessary to hide and lie as much as I could from my family and friends - always afraid of what would become of me if they ever knew. We taught ourselves that to lie is to survive. Sadly, so many of us learned to be liars at such an early age. And as a gay child growing up in a conservative and religious household, I believed that to live I must lie. For years, I connected my gayness to something that was wrong and bad - sinful and shameful. It was then at that point I realized that who I was, what I was, and my desires had to be a secret only I knew. Not long after, my feelings, my desires and the things I liked more than others were not conforming with my surroundings, my family, or the life (as I was taught and believed) was so perfect. Until the day I realized I was different than everyone around me. It was by all accounts a perfect normal life. ![]() There I lived an idyllic childhood: I walked to my local elementary school, attended Sunday school & summer camps and went from being a Cub Scout to an Eagle Scout. I was an adopted child - a "chosen one" as my mom would often say. All Saints: As many of you may know, I was born in New Orleans and was reared in the college town and capital city of Baton Rouge.
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