Have you ever faced death? Been seconds, milliseconds away? I have. You’ve heard my story before, on the news—read it in the papers, maybe, if you still read the papers. I’m the one who survived. I’m the one who was in the room with Danny Alvarez when he took his own life.
I can’t wrap my head around the reason why God would take someone like you away from here.
He will get what he deserves and I’m now getting what I deserve: a successful life, without him.
Let them know that you will support them through the rollercoaster of all of their feelings. You will laugh with them when they want to laugh, you will cry with them when they need to cry, and you will listen when they just need to rant.
Yes, I am still carrying my father’s surname, even after 10 years of our marriage. I am happily married. I proudly introduce myself with my maiden name without any stigma.
In the beginning, like most gay men, I was a hopeless romantic. My desire for love was incurable, slightly insatiable, and a little bit terrible.
Rapists aren’t always monsters governed by uncontrollable urges and malicious intentions; they’re much more likely to be an individual that you know and probably care about.
You still cannot believe he talked to you and he knows your name. You get a million butterflies in your stomach. It feels amazing, you feel there is hope for you and him.
“I thought you were the best person I’d ever met, one of the only ones with a kind heart through and through…”
We made small talk to start, but with the booze flowing, we started to flirt, dance a little, kiss a little, and several tequila shots later, it was all a blur.