Readers on my notification list know that my mother passed
away two weeks ago. She grew up in Kansas. Although she had not lived there in
several years, her gravesite service was there.
As I drove through numerous small towns, I couldn’t help but
think about Laramie’s situation. While he is (obviously!) a fictitious
character, I pictured those like him. I wondered what it would be like to be in
such a small town and know you are gay. Who would you confide in? Who could you
trust? And if you did, and it was received poorly, would you have anyone at all
to turn to if your trust was shattered?
Click here to read Laramie, Chap. 16.
It would be nice to think times have changed, but certain
cultures are fairly dug in. My heart broke for anyone growing up in such a
small town where they had so few options. Not for boyfriends — which, okay,
there’s that — but just the human need to share and confide with someone close
to you.
For me to say this is somewhat misleading though. It’s not
like a grew up in some big city. It was a city, but certainly not
gigantic. It’s not like I talked to a lot of people about things. Of course, I
still debated if I was or wasn’t gay. But there was a friend who certainly
helped bring me to the conclusion that I was.
I am grateful that young people today know that they are not
alone. It’s better, at least. Even those in rural areas can hopefully find
support online, even if they feel cut off out in the farms and ranches. Things
are different, but some feelings always remain the same.
The contrast between families was an overreaching arc to
this chapter. Cooper and Laramie not only help each other weather these
situations, but they are building a depth to their relationship that will serve
them well.
I enjoyed writing this chapter. Laramie’s story continues to
grow, and I think there was much development here. Long chapters are rewarding
to do, but I know that sometimes they are probably too time consuming for
several readers. I’m grateful that you indulge me.