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1. I was thinking yesterday about my first gay friend, Shayle Herman
2. He was my help, and somewhat helping hand in my coming out in 1984. Confused and curious and anxious as I was, he really was my solace.
3. He worked at a pharmacy in town, as manager. I met him there. But did not know he was gay till I ran into him at the local gay bar one evening
4. He was an odd soul. He had a lot of demons, and guilt growing up. Growing up in Detroit, his childhood was not easy. He was raised in a strongly Orthodox Jewish family. The only thing I remember is that he said that all his life he was longing for acceptance from his mother. She was a bitch. On her death bed, she still did not give him the love he so desired. Her last words, he said, was that she condemned him for being gay, and would never forgive him. His sister, was a bitch. He never saw her often. When he did go back to Detroit to see her, all it was was fighting. And he had not seen or heard from his brother in years. His father, if I remember was an alcoholic. Left the family years ago. He had not spoken to him in almost 20 yrs. The only thing good that he attained from his mother was his decorating sense. She was a decorator. And his home, with his knack of putting things together, even with less pricy things was phenomenal.
5. The whole family was a dysfunctional mess to say the least.
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2. He was my help, and somewhat helping hand in my coming out in 1984. Confused and curious and anxious as I was, he really was my solace.
3. He worked at a pharmacy in town, as manager. I met him there. But did not know he was gay till I ran into him at the local gay bar one evening
4. He was an odd soul. He had a lot of demons, and guilt growing up. Growing up in Detroit, his childhood was not easy. He was raised in a strongly Orthodox Jewish family. The only thing I remember is that he said that all his life he was longing for acceptance from his mother. She was a bitch. On her death bed, she still did not give him the love he so desired. Her last words, he said, was that she condemned him for being gay, and would never forgive him. His sister, was a bitch. He never saw her often. When he did go back to Detroit to see her, all it was was fighting. And he had not seen or heard from his brother in years. His father, if I remember was an alcoholic. Left the family years ago. He had not spoken to him in almost 20 yrs. The only thing good that he attained from his mother was his decorating sense. She was a decorator. And his home, with his knack of putting things together, even with less pricy things was phenomenal.
5. The whole family was a dysfunctional mess to say the least.
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