I may write more about this sometime, but here's the line:
"I found myself on my own at eighteen years of age. "Adjust to the fact that you are no longer our son" I was told when I could not definitively state I was not a homosexual. The low point of this period was when I had to pawn my microscope for eight dollars to buy potatoes, macaroni and butter."
"Adjust to the fact that you are no longer our son"
Somewhere tonight another mom and dad and child are reenacting this same hell,
Brian wrote me yesterday after learning of Straight Into Gay America. I read his story of anguish, of ex-gay experience, and finally of celebration at his artist website, http://www.brianmahieu.com/my_story.html If you wonder what motivates me...it's the day when we live the truth that love conquers all, and damnation no longer feels necessary.