I met a beautiful guy at HFCC that played alto sax two years ago. He was a white guy but so beautiful. I wanted so much just to tell him how I feel so I wrote a jazz song for him but never gave it to him. My song is called curious moment. The tital says it all. I didn't officially know if he was gay or straight but he was just so beautiful. I found the song again in my bookbag and am now trying to play it with my dad in the room. It's a pathectic way to tell my father I like boys but it's the best I can do. I know I'm to old to be living at home but I'm planning on moving out soon. I'm just so scared to fully comeout but I may commit suicide if I don't start meeting some beautiful guys. I can be in the closet anymore. It hurts too much. Anyway, the song is beautiful and I'm thinking of playing at an open mic. I'm also thinking of coming out as bi to the guy who owns the bar. He's supportive of the LGBT community and a good friend.
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