Well, there were a few bellboys, but I'm not one to kiss and tell. Those bags had become so damn heavy and there wasn't a hot bellboy in sight to carry them. Stress, worry, lying, pretending, and sleepless nights were all tightly packed into the Louis Vuitton luggage of my life. Wasn't sure I'd covered my tracks, kept my stories in order, or even slipped up. Like many of you who are brave enough to have purchased this book (make sure you have a good hiding place for it, or get the Kindle version), I couldn't keep track of whether I was coming, or going. Precisely, the reason IT finally unraveled, IT being my less than Oscar winning performance of living the heterosexual life.
My experience was more like a drag queen I played a straight guy, who was really a gay guy, pretending not to be gay, all without makeup, or costumes to make the illusion work for a long, long, time. Well, actually, it was all of those things and then some. A gay man can truly love a woman, have satisfying and regular sex with her, and want to stay married to her while being uninterested in other women sexually. 'Coming out late in life wasn't easy, fun, joyful, a cakewalk, or a mind-blowing orgasm.
