Roxbury, CT (1953)
As a child, I always loved books, Christmas, and anything fantastic or magical. This photo was shot during Christmas, 1953.
Unfortunately, our dad was a recluse and a compulsive eater. And he failed to protect us from our Jekyll and Hyde, alcoholic, pedophile mother.
Or from my abused, mentally ill older brother, who terrorized and humiliated me for being sensitive and empathetic.
At age 12 I discovered muscle magazines, and realized I was sexually attracted
to men. It took me many years to accept that this was OK. I even converted to Fundamentalist Christianity to escape my sexuality. Of course, it didn't work.
I am 60 now, and glad to be gay despite my PTSD diagnosis, and the fact that being overweight marginalizes me in gay culture.
Randy's first, famous-person same sex crush:
I longed to be part of his band of Merry Men, who would keep me safe.
Also check out "My First Gay Crush Blog"