When I came out as a teenager, my mother made it clear that she didn't want to hear about that part of my life. So I grew accustomed to changing pronouns and omitting big chunks of my history when I related it. Romances. Relationships. Heartbreaks. Friendships. Dreams.
When people think about LGBT stories and the holidays, some imagine scenes of argument and strife or -- sometimes worse -- tension and polite-acting relatives. Well, this story isn't like that at all. This is the Christmas story of Ryan and Eddie.