I’ve grown up with a father that openly hated me for who I am just because I am gay and his religious beliefs made it impossible for him to see me as his son. I never learned how to change my tire, wear a tie, check my own oil, or a million other subjects that men my age (I’m 23) would know by now. I’ve lived with depression my entire life and survived an attempt to take my own life around 2 years ago. I am fortunate to still be here and now I am filling my life with people and guys who understand when I need to ask for advice or need someone to talk with. I’m lucky the guys I have chosen to have in my life have become some of my best friends and I know I’ll pay the kindness and understanding they show to me every day.