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For Love or Touchdowns

Football for me, as a younger person, was key in helping me believe I was loved. As long as I was scoring touchdowns, I thought people loved me. My brother Rick was my mentor, both for life and, most certainly, … Continue reading

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Fag

“Please don’t use that word, I hate it!” yelled my Mom as I playfully told her I was her little fag. I felt shame, fear, and enormously unsafe. What was confusing for me was that this is how I felt … Continue reading

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