Behold… The Gay! The windy road to Homosexual discovery, faux or fabulous?

One would think that the idle days of childhood for a boy would be spent getting dirty and accidently setting things on fire… well it was like that for me… kind of, minus all the above.

As a young boy my world was a mish mash of confusion, observation and dreaming! I was, and still am, a boy from a slightly religious family that was the height of popularity in the 90’s! Life was great - exceptional partying and even better shopping. We were at the tip of the social scene and THE event always happened at our place and was graciously hosted by the ideal mix of Martha Stuart, Brie Van der Camp and Princess Diana… my mother! One of my fondest memories of my mum was of the two of us singing aloud to Bette Midler in her convertible Mercedes with her red nails clutching onto the steering wheel. With me, her toddler of a son, wearing one of her many pairs of sunglasses, which I would have you know naturally matched my outfit at the time. Now, if you haven’t spotted the difference between this and the usual mud slinging boy behavior, I am afraid my friend you are a lost cause.

Having thought back on all these memories while reminiscing with a friend a couple of days ago, I wonder if my parents ever doubted my sexuality back then! If they didn’t, the tennis lessons, Ballet and horse riding should have tipped something off, and never looking more stylish I would have you know! My mother was my idol and I used to help her choose outfits, sit on her bed and watch her in draped in silks, wearing miles of pearls and diamonds that blinded the many admirers. And all I could think was: “why the hell do I have to wear shorts?!”