Resting my nose on the thick velvet curtains, I take in a big breathe of air. I can feel my insides hurting. I shouldn’t be doing this. I was raised better than this. I mean it’s one thing to be a burlesque dancer, but a drag queen too! If only my parents knew…There’s no doubt that I would be removed from the family. All of my photos would be burned, and they would act like they never knew me. After all, what typical christian family wants to admit that they have a gay son?

If only I could change for them. I really wish that I could make things better. I have tried everything there is including therapists, medications, and I’ve even consulted with a priest to perform an exorcism. But nothing has worked for me. No matter what I’ve tried I’ve always turned back towards my old ways.