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TANGO - 342 words

As I approach the old stiff door, my hands are shaking with anxiety and liberation all at the same time. I only wish I had more courage at the times when I needed it the most.

I clear my throat nervously as I sit in the dark room. My eyes scan the area, looking for any open spaces which could lead to a breach of confidentiality. The dark room brings back memories of entrapment and discomfort. Although it’s difficult to bear, it’s something that I have to do.

Suddenly, the old wooden door creeks open, but from the other side. The presence immediately demands respect and attention, communicating to my soul on a subconscious level. I can smell him from where I’m sitting. The scent is not one I wish to store in my memory. I know this process all too well. It’s time to begin…

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

“My last confession was 12 years ago”.

“You see, I’m having some difficulty complying with the standards society has set for my generation. Society demands so much yet gives me absolutely nothing in return.”

“There are these choices that I’m faced with, most are associated with physical desires and insecure mockery, determined to derail me from who I truly am. You see Father, I’m faced with the decision of choosing blue eyes over hazel; tanned and exotic skin over fair and porcelain; passionate and lustful desire over respectful and graceful.”

“Society demands that I should be concerned with the opinion of my neighbour, or the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Somewhere deep within me, my soul is at war.”

“I’ve chosen to emancipate myself from the clutches of societal pressure, to showcase the new me, to show others that I am not afraid to take chances and put myself out there, to love without limits.”

“However, this is where the problem comes in…”

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

“I am in love with two men, and I don’t plan on letting either of them go.”