Doing the Heavy Lifting
Becca Vale
Now that I’m out, I’m not sure what I want to do with myself, but I know what I don’t want.
I don’t want any more hard… things.
Not if I can have soft ones.
Soft, sugary, sweet things that I can sink into and really savor. Like the pastries my Uncle Reggie makes for his bakery. The pastries that remind me a lot of him.
I also don’t want to spend any more time than necessary living under my father’s roof again, which is why I jump at the chance to stay with my uncle instead. My uncle, who my Dad always blamed for “turning me gay” and making me soft.
Well, joke’s on him. I’m not soft at all.
Especially not around my Uncle Reggie…
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