By Scott Chalupa
Just recently I realized something. The whole "gay thing" is more difficult at school than at home.
There are a good deal of people who know that I'm gay, but about fifty times more don't know, and they would all slaughter me if they were to happen upon that fact of my life.
At home I've found my mother is ever the same confidant she always was -- and sometimes more. When I was unsure of my feelings for Kevin at the end of the holiday break, she lent her ear. She just listened to me. And she only gave an opinion when I requested one. She seemed very objective. I think that she knows that I will do what I want, even if she doesn't agree. I can't really say how she knows it.