Chapter 19

Wes checked the time stamp. The message was only forty-five minutes old. He was, in fact, at Best Buy, but it was his lunch break. Furthermore, he felt like he could use a distraction as well.

My mom used to be the same way after I came out. She was paranoid that I would get AIDS or some other STD. Even bought me condoms out of the blue one day and told me she expected it to be empty within a few months. It was almost worse than my dad’s stupid gay jokes. Ugh, and when I first told her I was gay, she gave me this look and said, “You know anal wears out your muscles down there, right? By the time you’re my age you’ll have to wear a diaper because you won’t be able to hold it in anymore.” Where do people even get these ideas?

Once again, Wes was overcome by a sense that he had overshared and immediately regretted responding at all. His throat tightened when the notification came up that Carlo had seen his message.