Nephew
Is emulation the highest form of flattery?
“I am NOT gay, I like girls. I really, really like girls. I am NOT A SISSY.” He was panicked, frightened and close to tears. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m not… a sissy… I just might have a strange fetish.” That fascinating disclosure emanated from my then eighteen-year-old nephew, David, while he was standing in front of me in the middle of my own bedroom. ~ ~ ~ I am the Chief Executive Officer of a financial compa...