A quick story:
In my freshman year of high school, I got involved with the school band (free HS football!!!). Yeah, I was a band nerd, but we had a great time.
HS band asst. director was a single man. Lived in my neighborhood. I was beginning to develop a little more than peach fuzz on my upper lip around Christmas time. The director approached me once, mentioned my darkening mustache, and stroked it once with his finger. I recoiled slightly in shock, and responded, “it’s coming off during the holiday break.”
Much later on after graduation, I learned that he was a now-”out” homosexual. He co-owned and operated a local “gay” club after retiring from teaching. Actually, he was robbed at the club and hit over the head with something heavy. He succumbed to his injuries and died shortly after.
When I learned all this, I became very sick to my stomach. At the time I chalked up his behavior to just friendly bantering, even though it made me uncomfortable. I was 15 at the time.
OMG!