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Hi my name is Jason or Jase to most of
the people who know me. I was chosen to tell you about our family, and
I will try to tell it in the third person since I know most of what has
happened and have read everyone's journals and had extensive talks with
everyone to get their takes on everything. I will try to tell you
everything that happened in the approximate order that things happened,
however, I may have to move around a bit so you get a better
perspective of things.
Now all that said, I will start with the night shortly after I turned
16. I had gotten my license and my folks had given me a car, older
though it was, I was proud of it. Several friends had invited me to a
party. I asked the rents and got the ok to go.
That night Sharon, this girl who had been chasing after me for some
reason had conspired with a couple of my so-called friends to get me
drunk. Now you should know that I had known I was gay since I was like
7, but was terrified to let anyone know, so I stayed as deeply hid in
the closet as was humanly possible. I had no sex at all, except with my
hand. I told no one.
That night Sharon decided that she was going to get what she wanted.
After I had several drinks, and was quite drunk, she proceeded to get
it. I do remember thinking about one of the guys at school while she
rode me. I guess that is the way I stayed hard, who knows. I guess she
assumed that would make me interested in her, of course it did not and
I played it off like I did not even remember the whole encounter. That
really pissed her off and she started to get nasty. I got to the point
where I hated her. Just the sight of her pissed me off.
Two months after that night, she cornered me and told me that she was
pregnant! To top it off she told me it was mine. I blew a gasket. I
told her I wanted it tested as I did not believe her. Well the long and
short of it is that it was mine. She wanted nothing to do with it. Her
parents wanted nothing to do with it, and as much as I hated the whole
idea, I wanted it. I was able to convince her to have the baby and give
up parental rights to me.
So on October 20, 1988 Joey Black was born a little over a month early.
He was not at all small and he was almost normal weight. He was wide
eyed and curious from the start. My rents hated the idea that I was
going to be a Dad. They arranged for me to move to Corydon, IN and live
with my uncle, the blacksheep of the family. I did not know why, but I
did not care, I had never met him and was eager to be away from my
I guess I should back up a bit and tell you a little more about me. At
16, I was 6'5" and weighed in about about 190. I had and still have ash
blond hair and green eyes. I was no model or anything, just average in
the looks department, though I was convinced back then that I was
homely. Oh well. Anyway, my folks were strict Baptist's and that was
another reason I could never come out to them. I hated them at the same
time I loved them, but you know how that is. I mean, I never done
without, and I know that they loved me in their own odd way.
I packed all my stuff into a pull behind U-Haul trailer and me and my
son set off for my uncles home in Indiana on November 2, 1988. I headed
to a new life and welcomed it. Now it is not all that far from
Bardstown, KY to Corydon, about 2 hours, so it is not like I had this
huge trip to a new life or anything.
Imagine my surprise when I got to my Uncle Terry's house to find that
my Uncle had another guy living there. I just assumed that he was a
friend who was there to meet me. I did not think much of it at that
moment. His name was Larry and he was nice as could be. He made a fuss
over Joey and I appreciated his genuine attitude. I loved my son like
you would not believe, but so far he had been rejected my his Mother
(and I use that term lightly), and his grandparents on both sides.
Larry helped me unload the trailer and move everything to the basement
of the house. It looked new. I found out later that night that my Uncle
had a construction crew in the moment heard I was coming to build me a
small apartment. There was a kitchen, family room, two bedrooms, and
two baths, and a den/library. It had it's own entrance and the door to
the upstairs locked. He had added insulation and soundproofing put in,
so I would not hear him and he would not hear Joey. I kinda laughed
because Joey almost never cried, he was a pleasure to be around. He
only got grumpy if he was late for his meal or had to be changed.
After everything was unloaded and put away, Larry told me that for that
night, Terry would make dinner. If I wanted, he would go with me to the
grocery store and Wal-mart the next day. I guess he seen the look on my
face, because he told me that I did not need to worry about money right
now, that Uncle Terry would talk about all that later.
That night Uncle Terry took me to his Den while Larry looked after
Joey. "Jason, I want to start by telling you some stuff and if you do
not want to stay that will be up to you. First you need to know that
Larry lives here." he told me.
"Larry is my partner, lover whatever you want to call it. I love him
with all my heart. I know that this is a shock, but I felt you needed
to know." He finished.
I sat there stunned. I had never met anyone who was gay, though I knew
I was. He was so open about it, and I think that was even more of a
shock. His gentle eyes held a combination of question, hope and fear. I
knew I needed to let him know that I was cool with him, but I also felt
something else for the first time. It was a feeling of trust. I knew I
could trust him!
I looked at him and smiled. "Well that is cool with me. You are good in
my book, you have taken me and my son in and given us a very nice home.
I wish that I had known you before, but I guess I can't help that."
The look of relief and sadness that crossed his face almost made me
want to cry. I had a ton of questions I wanted to ask, and I also
wanted to tell him about me, for the first time in my life I wanted to
tell someone that I was gay. I knew that this would be a very long
conversation. That conversation, however would have to wait til after
dinner as Larry came in an told it was ready at that moment.
He looked at Uncle Terry and the look of pure unadulterated happiness
and love that my uncle returned was almost embarrassing to see. That
look was returned in full measure and that look would have made me know
that they were a couple if I had not been told so. They loved each
other and it was clear as day when they looked at each other. Another
first for me.
Now you should know a bit about my Uncle. Terry was 39 at the time and
Larry was 36. Uncle Terry looked a lot like me, he was the same height,
and near the same weight, his hair was a bit lighter than mine and he
had blue eyes, but otherwise you could tell we were related, maybe even
brothers. Larry was about the same, though he was a little more built
than either of us. Neither of them were what you would call feminine. I
knew my Uncle owned a construction company, but later found out that
both of them owned it, but Uncle Terry ran it.
After we ate and I had put Joey down for the night, the three of us sat
down in "my" family room to talk. I felt that I needed to get my
confession out before anything else was said. I have no idea why, but I
just knew I needed to get it out.
"Uncle Terry, Larry I need to tell you guys something, and I have never
told another soul this before, but I know somehow that I can trust you
guys. I am gay and I have known it since I was like 7. I have never had
sex with a guy, but they are all I think about. Hell, I don't think
that I could have produced Joey, if I had not been drunk, and been
thinking about Steve at the time to keep it up. Opps, sorry about the
language." I said very fast to get it out.
Both of them smiled huge smiles. "Jason, we are all guys here and we
have all heard that shit, so do not worry about language with us. I am
so proud of you. What you just did took a hell of a lot of courage.
Thank you for trusting us."
"Jason, you are amazing to me. You want your son, you are willing to
give up your family to take care of him, you can come out to us and you
have given us a level of trust that I had not thought you would be
willing to give anytime soon." Larry said.
"I am just think it is cool that you are able to admit you are gay at
your age. When I was your age, I denied it to myself and everyone else.
God what a mistake that was. Of course you do not have to listen to me,
but if you will, I have some advice for you. DO NOT HIDE WHO YOU ARE!!!
I suffered far more by hiding in the closet, than I would have if I
just come out. I have seen it time and time again with others too.'
I am pretty sure you do not know much about me, so I will fill you in.
My situation seems to be common and I hope you can avoid it. I knew I
was gay about the same age as you, though I denied it. I dated girls,
played sports and all that shit. I could not feel comfortable around
girls or my jock buds unless I was buzzed. I got into drinking heavily
and doing some of the lighter drugs. By the time I was out of high
school and ready to go to college, I was a complete mess. Of course my
folks had no idea what was going on. I think your Dad knew I was
drinking and shit, but he did not know why.'
I made it through my first year in college, barely. When I went back my
second year, I was given a room mate who was openly gay. He was not a
flamer or anything like that, but he told me right off that he was gay.
I reacted very badly at first. He just put up with it for awhile. One
day he had enough I guess, and he went off on me. He wanted to know how
I could call him a faggot and all that when I was in the library
bathroom getting blow jobs whenever I could. At that point I broke down
and told him everything. He held me as I cried, and he told me that
while it was rough, it was harder to hide it. He told me that by going
to the bathrooms and other places like I had been doing, I was putting
myself in danger. he explained HIV and other things."
At that point my uncle had tears running down his cheeks. He seemed to
be reliving the whole thing and I was almost tempted to stop him, but
he was telling me things that I needed to know and everything he said
"He held me for a long time, then I tried to kiss him. He stopped me,
and told me that he was in a relationship and they did not cheat on
each other. I laughed and said that I thought all fags were only about
sex. He hit me! He told me to never use that term again. Then he
proceeded to tell me that yes a lot of gay guys were only about sex,
but most of them were in the closet and the ones that were out, were no
different that the straight sluts that were out there. I told him I was
sorry and just saying what I had heard. Over the next several months he
educated me about many things, but never sex. I came out sort of on
campus and started to make friends. When I went home that summer, I was
horrified when the pastor said that fags deserved to get AIDS. I hated
being there. Somehow I made it through the summer and I decided that I
would not be home the next summer.'
When I got back to college, I met Larry the third day. He was a
freshman and was so cute I had to try to talk to him. As luck would
have it, he was in a couple of my elective classes, and lived next to
me. We got to talk a lot and became friends. Over the course of the
year, we became best friends, but nothing more.'
'He was staying for summer classes that summer as well, so we arranged
to room together. Well sometime during this time he found out that I
was gay and soon asked me out. Pretty much the rest is history, at
least as far as us being together. We had built a solid friendship and
it evolved into love. I came out to the family the day I graduated from
'Mom and Dad disowned me on the spot, your Dad tried to hit me. I took
him down without hurting him. He told me that I would go to hell and
all that shit, but that he still loved me and he would pray for me.
Well that was 18 years ago and we are still very much in love and still
together and your Dad still will not talk to me much. I have not talked
to the rest of the family since then." He finished.
"wow" That was all I could say. I knew that he was not a close family
member, because he was never at any family function. Hell I did not
even know he existed til I "got into trouble". It was kind of pathetic
to me. It was just one more example to me of the hypocrisy of my family
who were supposed to be so religious. Jesus said to love one another
and not judge, but they sure judged everyone. I knew that I would never
see my folks again. I wish that I had been right and I hadn't.
We talked about everything under the sun that night. They told me that
I did not have to worry about money, as they would provide me with food
and baby items and anything else I needed or wanted. They would get and
pay for a separate phone line, TV and cable and all that. They said
they would give me $100 a week spending money and would pay for my car
insurance and all that. When it came time for college they would pay
for it if I wanted to go.
I spent two weeks settling in and then got enrolled in school. I would
only be there for a short time til the Thanksgiving break, but I wanted
to get back into the swing of things. I was surprised to find that
Corydon Central High was almost new. They had computers, pretty decent
teachers and most of the students seemed cool. I did not make any real
friends before the break though. I did notice a couple of the guys in
my classes that I thought were hot. I had decided that I would not deny
being gay if asked, but would not parade it either. I met Danny in my
history class and we hit it off pretty quick. He was a basketball
player. We got along pretty well, but we were not what I would call
After the holiday, I really started to meet people. No one really knew
that I was a Dad yet. Danny was the first one to meet Joey and he fell
for him right away. He asked some pointed questions but I kind of
evaded them at first. Over the next several months he figured things
out and asked me point blank about being gay. I answered him honestly,
though I was scared to death.
He told me that if I had told him 6 months earlier, he would have
outted me and made school hell of earth, but his cousin had come out
and he loved his cousin and learned a lot. We got to be really good
friends over the next several months. In fact he was almost like my
best friend. He defended me to the bully's who had to comment about
On March 11 a new kid was introduced in first period. He was HOT. Chad
was his name and over the course of the day, I found that he was in all
my classes. At lunch I noticed he was kind of lost and alone, so I
invited him to sit with Danny and I. As usual Danny and I talked about
Joey and Chad picked up on that and asked who Joey was. I told him that
he was my son and explained about his birth.
Chad was cool about it all. We compared schedules and found that we had
every class together. Danny and I shared all but one class so that put
us all together but once a day. We all became great friends over the
course of the next several weeks.
Near the end of the year, like May 3 or something like that, my Uncles
had to go out of town urgently. A very good friend was dying. I had to
take Joey to school with me. Chad loved the little guy and so did
Danny. Chad almost got suspended because he pounded a couple of dudes
into the ground for making comments about me having Joey. Boy he was
like my knight in shining armor.
I knew that I needed to tell Chad about me, but was terrified he would
hate me or out me. Danny told me that Chad would be fine with it and
may ever surprise me. I was not sure what he meant, but decided to
invite both of them to my apartment the last night of school and tell
Chad. I needed Danny there with me to be able to do it.
I guess I was even more afraid than when I had told Danny, because over
the course of time, I had fallen in love with Chad. Naturally Danny
knew this, as he knew everything about me. Hell I could not help it,
Chad loved Joey and he treated me like I was some sort of superman
cause I loved my son. We had so many of the same interests it was
scary. We both loved to read, loved music, hated pretentious food,
liked quiet nights at home as opposed to the partying that many of our
friends did, etc.
Finally the night arrived and I was a nervous wreck. As the night
unfolded, we had a couple of beers and relaxed. (Uncle Terry felt that
I was a Dad and could drink) I finally told Chad that I was gay. I then
got a major shock. He told me he was gay too and that he really liked
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