I smiled, imagining what in particular he might be talking about. It might have been Ohio, or perhaps Minnesota the details don’t matter, since this story isn’t really about him. He was from a small town in a midwest state. He was around 20 years old, awkwardly holding a wine glass, and this was his first big gay Hollywood party. The young man stood across from me in the small, perfectly manicured yard of a decadent home that hugged slopes of Hollywood Hills.
If I’d known that being gay could mean this, I would have come out a lot sooner.
