It is liberating and exciting to share my story here with some who may enjoy reading it.I became bi in 1976 the Bi-centennial year. It was the summer ...f that year that I fell off my bike and broke my arm.I had a pretty large cast on my arm, I couldn't get the cast wet so my mom suggested my dad shower with me to wash me wash and make sure my cast didn't get wet. I was pretty modest at the time but didn't think much about it at all.The first time we showered it wasn't long into the shower that I. But for the time being, I’d work the gun angle single-o. If there really was an angle.“Take an AK-47. How do you anonymize it, Matt?”He was casually poaching six medium-sized eggs. I was in charge of pan-frying slices of salty country ham from Broadbent’s in rural Kentucky. I was also heating up sandwich biscuits and slicing extra-sharp cheddar. Who said I can’t multitask?Matt smiled across the kitchen at me, “Guns? You got off on the right floor.”I batted my eyes, “Few deserve such a friend as. Now it was a three-room suit with large bedroom, a full kitchen, a gigantic bathroom and a sitting room. A perfect place for a teenager who craved a little privacy.I entered the main house through the open French doors. The house was patterned after an Italian villa, with tile floors, high ceilings, tile roof, and about 5000 square feet. As I walked in I spotted my mother across the room at the coffee service. She had her back to me. I stopped for a moment to study her. She was 5 feet, eight. It's so sexy slave like!"He ignored her. "-and she ...I ...had eyes so blue they sparkled. Andyou were ...so beautiful, not 'butch' or however you describedyourself..." his voice trailed off as he remembered the way they lookedin the mirror together. Katherine's mouth curled in a smile. "Anything else you want to tell me...Lyra?" "Fine, laugh, but it was as real to me as us sitting here now!" Now, now, I'm not making fun of you. There's something comforting inknowing I was in a long term.