Mum had a boyfriend years after Dad, and my brother, sister, Mum and I moved in with him and his 4 children, so we had a bit of a Brady Bunch deal going on. I think we may have covered ‘a man can not lay with a man’ briefly. Although I do not recall ever hearing anyone say being gay was wrong, I knew it was a sin. I attended a Catholic Primary school, and later a Catholic Highschool. So I learnt pretty quick to keep to myself. There taunts came from childhood playmates that lived in the same street as me at different stages of growing up. I recall being called a Poof, or a Fag or Faggot or just Gay. From an early age it was apparent that the general population of Queensland males seemed to have a negative view on the subject. I didn’t tell anyone that I was different. She was coaching a football team, and I found myself looking at the male football players rather than the ladies. I realised I was different, watching a movie with Goldie Hawn in it. It was also the same year my Mother and Father divorced.
I was 7 when I first realised I was different. I was born in Mackay, a Coastal town in Rural Queensland. Feel free to contact me for a more in-depth telling. So here’s my story as briefly as I can tell it. I’m soon to be a new forum moderator, so I feel I should introduce myself to you all. I’m a 28 year old Aussie gay male currently residing in Sydney.
