Chapter 33: Chapter 33

“So anyway, then I went to jail for four years, right? And before that I hadn’t really told Trev I didn’t feel like a guy all the time. He didn’t like the feminine gay guys we knew, because of this internalized homophobia. You got to be tough and masculine if you’re gonna be gay. That sort of shit.” Kaos was on a roll now, gesturing in rapid short jabs with his free hand, while holding his mug with the other.

“Oh, I know all about that. Well, not the black part. Replace that with Irish Catholic.”

Kaos grinned at him briefly, then continued. “Then in prison I met Makai, and for the last two years, we were cellmates. I talked to him more about shit than I’d ever talked to anyone before. Together we sort of figured ourselves out. I got out with the unconditional love and acceptance from Makai making me think that Trev would feel like that too. He’d missed me, right? He said he wanted to continue where we’d left off.”