It also looked empty from the street, windows shuttered, and I wondered if I was in the right place or if the woman had moved. In the back was a carri...age house, a tidy stable and a brick privy. The black stable man, who was mucking out stalls, said he did not think anyone was "t'home."I knocked at the back door and when no one responded, entered by using my bayonet as a pry tool and stood still, listening, ready to explain myself. Not a sound reached me. It was late afternoon with the sun. I was full of mischief and considered a problemed child. Not knowing who my father was made things difficult. All I know is that he was a black man. I only know that because I am mixed, caucasion and African-American. As I grew up I became naturally toned and with my light skin and blue eyes, the girls all favored me from an early age. The first foster home that I was in as I grew older was in a rural area. The older couple had a farm and they housed four kids around my age, two boys and two. There were similar reactions, some embarrassed, others plainly anxious or nervous and while Leo encouraged the potential hookups, all but one couple discarded their cards in favor of more wine, spontaneous mutual chemistry or past experience.Ian was one of those. Breaking with the swinging cliche Ian chose monogamy with his long-time Chinese girlfriend, and after an passionate public display of affection, the pair made a Canadian-Sino merger on a long leather living room couch even as guests. He massaged the two globes as they stuck out so temptingly from his tiny waist. The boy moaned softly, still asleep. It felt so right. He then realized that he could not deny himself his true identy any longer, nomatter what people would think. If he was going to make it, he must make it on his true self, a proud gay man. Of course this would not include his meticulously polished image which he now considered to be his own identity which would not imprison him to his parental social.