When I was 12, I went to shop for shoes with my mother. I would walk around the store, making my mother laugh out loud. The onlookers at the store, would often look at me in astonishment and wonder, “How is this little boy handling pencil heels so well”?. My mama knew it back then that I was born different and she fought the world to make me who I am today, a proud cross dressing gay male.
When I turned 18, I was moving out to California for college. As my stay wasn’t figured yet, my mom invited my dad to our home and proposed the idea of me living with him and his wife for a few months. My dad and his wife were very happy to hear that and came all the way to Toronto to pick me up. I was never close to my dad, but I always remembered my first experience of sex with my stepmother.