My mom was finished getting ready (for their Southern Baptist Sunday morning service) and putting on her coat. My dad was honking the horn waiting in the car (as usual) when the phone rang. It had been 6 months since "Jamie" mysteriously disappeared (taking only a pair of jeans and phone). Maybe the private investigator was calling with a lead.
"Hello? " Polly my adopted mom (since 3 months old) asked.
"Hi is this Mrs. Montoya?", my Prozac taking jealous first boyfriend inquired (from Madison Wisconsin). He was 4 years older than me, and at 23, crazy as hell!
"Yes, yes this is...who is this?" Polly demanded, fearing it was the call parents dread about a missing child.
"Hi Mrs Montoya, my name is Tim Fitch, and I want you to know your son is gay.....I f*ck*d him last night!!!"
Which was a total lie, I was still a virgin. Except for the gang rape outside of east St Louis (at an after hours club called Faces) by 5 straight blackguys who thought I was pretty. I was tricked outside (by myself) not telling my friend (I was traveling with across country) where I was going.
I don't consider that as losing my virginity though. I didn't experience pain from the assault at all. God was with me. He took me somewhere with Him in my mind. There was a blue light, and singing while I was bloodied and bruised on a gravel parking lot. I am sure it was angels protecting my life by distracting me with their singing and the light so white it was blue.
But that's another story for a different day. This is about how mom and dad found out I was gay. I was ripped out of the closet and took it as my way out. Once my parents knew I didn't care who else did.
Tim (my first bf) was mad at me and thats the reason he called my parents. He was spiteful, and wanted to out me. My crime was going across the street to the New Bar/Rods gay bar complex underage.
I wanted to see the show. Never saw a drag queen before, and I had been studying vocal performance /music at 2 Universities. I was curious.
Tim was insanely jealous of anyone even talking to me. Since I was fresh meat, he thought I was out cruising behind his back because he did that to me. But I was not looking to hook up. He was my boyfriend. I am loyal in a relationship with my heart. But Tim helped me experience the right of passage most gay twink's learn the hard way. Be careful who you trust.
Recently my business associate asked me, "Jay, how do you reconcile yourself to God since u work at a church?" This was before my lay off.
"Reconcile? Reconcile? I didnt know I had too. I asked Christ in my heart at age 5 with a clear understanding of who He is. This was long long before I knew how my body responded to touch. My bible says, WHOSOEVER believeth in Him shall not perish and have everlasting life. (John 3:16). It doesn't say, Whosover believeth but gay people. Besides, my life is littered with miracle after miracle. Thats how people know it's God who loves me. And if he could love someone like me, then for sure he can love anyone." I replied....
This is my story...
