I confess, I used to be a homophobe. However, not for the reasons you may presume. I know, this needs a bit of explanation. So, here goes. My confession is raw and real. The following isn’t easy to share, let alone recall from memory.
When I was a preteen I was molested by a church deacon. When he molested me he told me that he liked boys because he was molested also when he was young. He explained, that like him, I would grow up and molest boys too. That’s what he told me when he had finished abusing me.
To make a long story short, the incident was dealt with, and afterwards out of concern for me, my parents chose to very quietly move on with life. I suppose I understand where they were coming from at the time, managing the various external voices, but my…
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