Story

First, I should mention that my parents do not know about my alternative lifestyle. My parents are rather old fashioned and would freak out if they knew I was gay. They are very prejudice against blacks, people from foreign countries, and especially gays. They still gasp for breath at the thought of a black man marrying a white woman.

My biggest fear I had growing up was that my parents would find out that I was gay. My mother thought all men who were beauticians are gay. It appears that my mother holds tight to the idea of gay stereotypes. She has always referred to male beauticians as being "a little funny" and for me to watch out for them. Obviously, growing up gay would be forbidden in my family.

This story centers around a special friend that I had known for many years. Throughout our friendship we shared many wonderful moments of happiness. We spent our times together playing ball and taking long walks in the park. I enjoyed hugging him and cherish the times we spent together. No matter how bad things were in my life, I could always count on my friend to be there for me.

My father was never very accepting of the friendship I had with my friend. However, my mother knew how much my friend meant to me and grew to accept him for who he was.

This story has a sad, but interesting ending. My friend passed away on Monday, January 16th, 1995. He was diagnosed with a malignant tumor. The loss of my friend broke my heart. My friend had been part of my life for over sixteen years and now he was gone forever.

All my life I have always found difficulty in expressing my feelings towards others. "Crying" was an emotion I never expressed to anyone, except for my best friend. My friend, who I shared many secrets, fears, and dreams with, was gone forever.

This story has a meaning that I hope to share with others. My friend was my pet dog. He was not a person. He was a four-legged creature. He was my best friend. We shared many wonderful moments together. I enjoyed hugging him, playing ball with him, and doing other fun things. I also remember cuddling up to him and falling asleep next to him.

Will I ever find someone to take his place? Will I ever find a person to share my life with and not have to worry about my feelings of being gay? Will I ever find someone who will listen to me and care for me, as I do for them?

I mentioned at the beginning of my story that my parents were hesitant about accepting my friend. My mother and father knew that I took my pet's death rather hard. My mother suggested that I someday get another pet. They obviously know that I need to fill a void in my life. Maybe instead of asking for a new pet, I should ask......"Mom....Dad.....Now that my dog is gone.....Can I have a boyfriend?"

Since this letter was wrote, some things have changed. Some family members and friends now know about my lifestyle. The reason the name "Busteronline.com" was chosen was for two reasons. My dog's name was Buster and I my grandfather nicknamed me Buster also.

TRUE STORY