Disclaimer: I have no idea if there’s actually a town called Gayville in the United States, if so, my title is not representative of the actual town (it’s a euphemism) and all similarities are merely coincidental.
When I was a kid, there was no one else like me or my older brother. We didn’t live with our mom, or our dad(s), and we moved often. We were perpetual new kids, and we had a giant secret we almost never shared. Read More