Every night I watched through my window at my gay neighbor doing other men. But tonight, even though it’s late, it’s different than other nights. He stared back at me, very aware I’m there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m gay too, but I cannot forget his first spoken words to me: “You’re gay, aren’t you?” he asked me this morning. “Me? No, no way. Are you?” I could only reply. Read our story and find out what happened later…
I confess, I never was a peeping tom or into voyeurism up until I saw my next door neighbor have sex with men. I’d become obsessed with him, watching him from my bedroom window. A real man would step away from the window and respect his privacy but, since I’m at home and the man persisted on showing me his business, I couldn’t help but spy on him and find out what he’s doing once again this late at night.
I also remember how I had challenged his inopportune question and waited for him to admit first if he was gay. He never replied. Maybe that’s why I kept observing him, searching for the answers to my own questions, and contradicting my answers as I continued watching him.
But something is different tonight.
