I Can Put Two and Two Together

How did my parents find out I was gay? Well, that’s an interesting story. My mother … well, she actually told me. In January ’83 I was living with my parents and would continue to do so for three more years. I had a good friend Doug, whom I hung out with a lot, for a couple of really good reasons: he had his own place and he was gay. We weren’t in a relationship, although considering the amount of time we spent together, someone might have thought that. I was just happy it wasn’t my parents’ house. I had