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I am off topic now. But realizing him nod a while ago to my mention of male species, my eyes widened in disbelief as I muttered a cry and say in a high pitch voice, "Don't tell me! Don't tell me he is a gay! Bakla and magiging guide ko bukas! Is Mother finally gone mad this day!" "What the heck! And here I thought, she's going to send me a Boy as my Plaything and now!"

A tightness wrapped around his chest, guilt and confusion twisting deep in his gut. “Rhea, I’m gay. You know that,” he said, running both hands through his hair in frustration. “How could you love me? I have a boyfriend. I like Chris.” His voice was raw, cracked with confusion and helplessness. Rhea then closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry harder. Then, with a deep, trembling breath, she spoke again, quiet and resigned.

"Do I have to?" "Yes, come on," I say and stand up. He follows me outside of his room where Stefano and Martina are waiting with my cousins and my boyfriend. Gio is stood holding onto Matteo but dives to hug Lorenzo which makes me smile. "Idiota!" He shouts and Enzo smiles to himself. "I missed you too," he says as Martina hugs her sons too. They pull apart and Enzo looks at his papà and takes a deep breath. "I am gay papà," he says bluntly. I hold my gun up to Stefano when he reaches for his.

I am off topic now. But realizing him nod a while ago to my mention of male species, my eyes widened in disbelief as I muttered a cry and say in a high pitch voice, "Don't tell me! Don't tell me he is a gay! Bakla and magiging guide ko bukas! Is Mother finally gone mad this day!" "What the heck! And here I thought, she's going to send me a Boy as my Plaything and now!"

“But, Father, you already have your wife and two illegitimate children to give you grandkids. Why are you always on my neck? I’ve told you before— I don’t want children, and I do not like women!” The room fell silent for a second, and then my father’s eyes widened in disbelief. “So, are you gay?” he asked, his voice trembling. “You mean… you’re gay? I’ve always known it,” he muttered to himself, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’ve always known…”

I really love his songs, all his songs are so intriguing and heart blowing " Eric​ replied "So the song you sang back there, was it for him?? The manager asked and Eric quickly shook his head "No no no, that is a love song.. how can I sing a love a song to a guy when I am not.. not a.. a.. Uhm.. "A gay?? The manager asked and Eric nodded "well you should know that CJ is a gay and due to him being a gay, it is really affecting the music industry " The manager said but Eric just keep nodding

"He looks grand. I swear his head could explode if he won't let out the pent-up anger. He's a weird man, though. He married his gay son to another man and thought nothing might happen between them? Delusional." I suck in a deep breath as the memories flood my mind. "Actually, my father thinks he cured me from the gay virus because I was careful not to kiss someone in front of him or get caught with another man. I knew what his reaction would be since my coming out journey wasn't the nicest, so I chose to keep to myself." Explaining my life has never been easy, especially in aspects that concern my father and his disgusting homophobic attitude towards me. Nero freezes and nuzzles his nose in

"Paul Mateescu, the best catch in all of Romania, hasn’t been seen having actual interest in any woman. His dates are scarce, and no lady has managed to get a second one. Some of the women who escorted him are said to be for hire. Sources say he might be gay." Cristian rereads the paragraph a second time, punctuating the last part with cackles. He leans the page toward me, positioning it for me to see that the last word was fully capitalized. The title looms heavy over the paper: Paul, the Gay Bachelor! Sorry, girls! My tongue clicks. "That is how the press operates, an intriguing title to increase sales. And that is a controversial newspaper. Nobody is going to believe it."

He is always on about how homosexuality is a sin, how we should wait till our wedding night and yada yada—yet here he is, growling like a pig; a disrespect to those cuties, while thrusting his shaft into another man– his fellow priest, unaware of my presence. Sincerely, I'm more disappointed than hurt, maybe because I never really loved him. I only agreed to date him because of mother Agnes—my foster mother. "Ah, damnit…fuck! yes, I love this… right there daddy. I want this… haaa yeah… right that, all day." I almost scowled but damn, look at that stroke. This, for real, deserves an award as the best gay p**n I have ever watched. It's my first though but who's counting.

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy