Too Little, Too Late. As much as I appreciate the support, it’s hard for a lot of us in the GLBT community not to have the feeling, “too f’ng little, too f’ng late.”
The love of MY life came when I was 28 years old in 1999. I remember the day very clearly when he said, “if I could marry you, I would do it in a heartbeat”. I’ll likely have to just make do with that memory because society “wasn’t ready” for me to be happy back then. Excuse me if I hold a grudge, but I do.