Will Foster was a bright spot in a sea of darkness. He was something to hold on to when I was a kid and life at home was caving in around me. It got wires tangled up in my naive brain, convincing me of feelings and ideas that weren’t so much a product of the heart, but driven by fear. By loneliness. Sure, I’ve appreciated other guys over the years, but it was never anything more than a passing thought. Superficial. I liked girls. I like girls. I might have never felt for any the way I once thought I felt for Will, but maybe that has less to do with my sexuality, and more to do with the trauma
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