TheBreeze, what disturbed me the most when we first moved here to Temecula was not that we (my wife and my kids) met “gay” teen-agers but it was the backgrounds – almost exclusively broken families – of these “gay” teen-agers.
This one teen-age girl – 14 or 15 years old – who my daughter became friends with through her circle of friends dressed in boy clothes and really tried to walk and talk like a guy. She wanted to be the “boyfriend” of my daughter. But she clearly had large breasts. Later we learned that she really was a girl. We also learned that her father had ditched her family right before she entered her teen-age years. To be honest I felt sorry for the girl.
She would come over to our house and try to talk in a low tone voice. It was right out of the “Boys Dont Cry” movie.
When my daughter has brought her teen-age friends over to our house – some who introduced themselves as “gay” – during the past five years here in Temecula my wife and I would always be pleasant and hopefully we showed acceptance of these young people.
We met and talked with a lot of teenagers who were friends of my son and my daughter. They seemed to like us based on how often they would visit and share their lives with us. Teen-age years can be confusing and a lot of them have pain that they try to keep inside themselves. I like to think that my family was a welcome environment for them.
