William Dameron came out later in life, thinking he was alone in his feelings. Now, he interview the editor of an anthology full of stories about men like himself.
How I love my stupid little life.
No, you are everything. But maybe that’s just me.
William Dameron remembers the fear and the relief of telling his husband he loved him for the first time.
William Dameron finds a new way of thinking about marriage after a trip to IKEA.
William Dameron stops at a restaurant with his husband, where a waitress thinks she is brave to say Merry Christmas. They then drive to North Carolina, a state where they don’t even know how to say the word “marriage” correctly.
William Dameron uses song lyrics to instruct. Because ain’t nobody got time for boring advice.
As an out gay dad, William Dameron has fielded a lot of requests from straight parents about their suspected gay sons. It’s not the parents’ concern that is a problem; it is their stereotypes.
Some people need to get the hell out of their hometowns and others need to get their hometowns the hell out of them.
William Dameron knows all the rules about men and crying. But today he doesn’t care.
William Dameron may have been pretending in some areas of his life, but he never pretended to be a father. He simply was one.