It's a sunny Saturday afternoon and on theother side of the gate a Birthday party is in full swing for one of myschool friends, Peter. My mother has h...ld of one hand while in the otherI cling to wrapped parcel. Something is wrong through, very wrong myfingernails are painted with a bright pink nail polish, boys arn'tsupposed to wear that are they. Looking down I see the pink skirt of thedress I am wearing. The dress is satin overlaid with a lace. Under skirtof the dress layers of frothy. This is my story, a story of identity. I started out writing a fantasyshort story, because that's what I like to read. But instead it keptgetting longer and getting deeper in to myself. I realized at some point Iwas writing about my life. So I broke it down into chapters, chapters thatrange from a rating of G to a X. Its a story of teens learning to grow upin the 60's and 70's. The nuclear family and broken homes. It's beenhelpful to me placing this story down on paper, not just reliving my. Older bhaai ne younger ko train kiya. A short and sweet gay boi’s story. Enjoy.Jub yeh sub pahli dafa huwa, meri age ous waqt yaqeenan 20 saal thi. Mein 3 brothers mein se dusray number par houn. Huwa youn keh mera elder brother Mohan, apnay friends ke ssath apnay school ki baseball team ka match dekhnay gaya tha halaankeh voh ab nah ous school mein tha aur nah baseball team mein tha. Sirf baseball team kay few members ouskay dost thay. Aik pahli sachi baat yeh thi keh voh jis vehicle mein gaye. But by what she says she is only 90% lesbian and 10% straight. Personally, I think Jill is 10% weird. But we love each other and in time we hope to commit comfortably 100% to each other. At least Jill has sworn off men for now and that pleases me very much.“We tried two completely different lesbian hangouts. Although both welcomed us, we were uncomfortable following their unwritten ‘politically correct lesbian rulebook’. Jill and I have long wanted to enjoy our love outside. We have never done.