Next year marks my 30th year since graduating high school, but some things you never forget, like being called faggot, or a retard.
There were no gay guys in our school. That hadn’t been invented yet–in people’s minds. There were just some suspected future perverts and unathletic sissies. I was one of them. How do I know? Two different jocks told me so.
See how two different days in high school affected my life far beyond those formative years, now and forever on Randy Boyd’s Blocks:
Can We Be Faggots Together?
The Day I Died in 9th Grade Gym Class
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