The bravest person in my school days was the only chap who, aged 16, told the rest of our boys-only (at that time) school that he was gay. It took some guts to be the only openly-gay boy at a rural boarding-school at which being called faggot was akin to being handed the black spot. I have no idea what Donald is doing now but hope it is, whatever it may be, brilliant. And that he is happy. We were a strange and often savage and expensively educated bunch and that’s partly why I think plenty of kids should see this:
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