I write for you, the unknown, a mere IP address, someone I will never meet. I hope that my story helps you, I hope that you know someone cares. I care about you, I hope that you are well, I trust you own personal situation will avoid the pitfalls that I have found and aspire to the heights to which I feel I have risen. But mainly, I hope you will find your way.
There is indeed a way forward, it is not without pitfalls, challenges or disaster, but sadly it is the way you must travel. You will travel alone for a short while, longer if you desire, the choice entirely your own. I have, myself, not reached the final destination but I see the city lights ahead and while these lights glow in a non-familiar way, it does not mean I will not be welcome.
Younger gays guys may not relate to this, "what's the big deal?", others amongst you will resound in a chorus, a sound of understanding. But tonight, there is someone amongst us struggling to figure this all out. I've never been to Alburquerque, but I wish I were there tonight to help you. Good luck, I'm here for you, others are as well.