Well, I tried not to be too hard on him, because when I was 18,I was no better. I could have written that entire ignorant spewmyself back then. I saw the Sadler's Wells that year, & I decidedthat if I never saw another ballet in my life, that would beokay with me. And I was just as homophobic as he is; the onlydifference is that with him it seems to be the arms, & with me itwas those *tights*, which seemed designed to leave nothing to theimagination & to attract...well, never mind.
I spoke about not being able to "save" him. But nobody saved me.What saved me was growing up. That and spending a year shacked upwith a girl. Once you've spent a year in a relationship like that,you have no more insecurities about your sexuality. So if thepassage of time, & abundant opportunities to prove myself sexually,"saved" me, maybe they will save him, too. I hope so.
Tom[/i]