Chapter 5
Now, his admission added a whole new dimension to my long-distance crush.
That post had more comments than any I’d seen yet. They ran the gamut, from supportive to pure assholery.
You’ll find someone. You’re too good of a guy not to.
You’re gay? What a waste.
You’re gay and you don’t want to be a fetish? How is that possible when you were so clearly a cub before and a bear now? Pot, thy name is actually kettle.
I wish you’d said you were gay before now. I wouldn’t have wasted so much time reading about some fag who probably got exactly what he deserved.
There were too many that incited me to an uncharacteristic rage. What right did any of these people have to judge him? Here he was, opening up his life to the scrutiny of total strangers, trying to use each day as a purpose, a reason to embrace the new him. That deserved applause, not derision and definitely not name-calling.