My father was a Marine. He fought in three battles in the Pacific during World War II and brought home two Purple Hearts and shrapnel in his arm.
He was a great father and was proud of his kids. Although I was far from being the “All-American Boy,” he never had a problem with me even when I started to dress en femme whenever I was invited out for Halloween.
Except for those Halloween forays, I was closeted, but in retrospect, I know that my parents knew something was amiss with their son, but they never commented in a negative way. And I am sure they would have been supportive if I ever came out.
I’ll never forget one Halloween as I was getting ready to go out en femme, my father warned me to watch out for boys!
Thank you for everything you did, Pop!
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