Things have been so confusing since I got here. Yesterday, it got worse… or better… I don’t know. I knew I liked boys. That’s why I asked my parents if I could go to seminary school. I mean, I didn’t tell them that was why. My stepfather patted me on the shoulder and said, “If that’s what you think you should do,” with a very pleased smile on his face. Almost like he suspected the alternative was a flaming faggot stepson running around the community. My mother burst into tears. Every devout Catholic mother with three sons hopes one will become a priest.