The Day I Found Out

I was 13 years old. I had been sent to my Dad's house for the summer. I was looking through my father's drawers for drugs. I knew he smoked a lot of pot and I needed to get high. In his nightstand I found a dildo and I thought this is cool. My Dad must use this thing on his girlfriends. I kept looking and I found some poloroids. I couldn't figure out what I was looking at. And then I saw the handwriting, the discription of the act I was looking at. It didn't make any sense to me. Mark inside of Jim. I heard some peolpe refer to my dad as Mark but what in the hell is this? I stared at the pictures for a few minutes more, and then I realized I was looking at my father having sex with another man. I dropped the photos on the floor. I was scared that someone would find me. I wondered if anyone else knew. This must be some kind of a secret because I've never heard anyone in my family say anything about my dad being gay. Oh my God ! MY DAD IS GAY! That means I'm going to be gay, too !