We went travelling from S to a different city, B . The bus company's driver came to pick us up from the hotel we were staying. It was not only us that go to B that day . When were waiting the other people, 2 people appeared slowly from the shadowed alley. An Indian and an Caucasian.
He say to me. That Indian look very gay. I replied oh really? ( obviously I know despite my broken gaydar..)
They enter the van and I was looking out all the time throughout the journey to Bus station. We reached and got down. He say, that two guys are gay! The Indian was adjusting his shirts and buttoning up him. So geli...
I felt about it. In some way I was hurt. What if he know I am gay? What will he do, what will he respond to it?
He is my brother.
Confession of a BKH
My Confession of a Broken Heart, My secret hideaway. My fridge.. Cold and secure..Nobody will find out.. nobody..
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