Coming Out Of The Closet

Sometimes it's hard to admit.

I went to the University of Ottawa. There are a lot of avant-garde people in school there. After growing up in Kitchener it was the first time I met gay people.

It happened year after year. Some older guys would get me drunk and give me pizza and the next day I'd take a cold shower asking myself, "What did I do last night???"

I'd try to go to church to try to forget. But it's true: When you scrape the surface of me I was a Young Liberal.

Things got so bad for me that when I was 20 I spent a year in NDP Youth.

Now I walk the streets in a daze. Why? Why? Why?

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