What do you do when you find out your father is a male escort?
Disbelief? Disgust? Denial?
"Well," he says, "I had to get the money from somewhere."
I laugh. "Get out," I say.
"It's really not all that bad," he says. "But this gay guy keeps calling me and jerking off to my pictures."
As soon as I get over all this I'll realize it will make for an excellent novel.
My life is normal. My life is normal. My life is normal. My life is normal.
