Let me tell you something...I luv your post (not in a homo way...and I do have gay friends, so I don't mean it in a discriminating way). I might be considered a nut amongst some of the people here in the forum....but I keep it real. What I write is what I feel. I still wish upon shooting stars...and when I was a little boy, my dad urged me to take off the training wheels..but I always refused...until one day. I asked my dad to take off my training wheels, and to his surprise, I took off like Lance (yes, Armstrong).
Either way, my point is....we are too insecure as individuals and we stopped living because we either worry too much about everything...about what people think, whether Billy will turn out to play soccer rather than dancing ballet...etc. I believe that in the end it all doesn't matter...but what matters is whether you tried everything that you ever wanted to do at your own pace.