Aug 5, 2016
Fred and The Teenager Downstairs
In the spring of 1980, during my sophomore year at Augustana College, my boyfriend Fred the Ministerial Student ended his internship and landed a job as a youth minister in Omaha -- actually Gretna, a small town about 20 miles south.
Great -- my first boyfriend who knew that he was gay, and after five months, he vanishes!
But what if I moved with him? We could rent an apartment together. I could transfer to the University of Nebraska to finish my degree, and meanwhile get a job to help out with the expenses.
It doesn't sound like a great idea, in retrospect, but I was 19 years old, and getting my own place with "my lover" sounded very grown-up and romantic.
The full post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.