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They glared at each other angrily.
At last, Luigi sighed, “I know every man and his dog think gay is wrong and evil. Ieven thought that once. I hated myself. I wanted more than anything to be like the footy team. All manly and macho and straight. I fucking begged God to make me straight. And He never did.�? He turned away and stared into the distance. “You know what? I think God doesn't give a flying foo-foo valve about gay or straight. And half the fucking priests in the Church are gay. I'm me, Coads. I know I have faults. I know I'm effeminate. And over-obsessed with clothes. I know I'm not perfect. But, Coads, I've struggled hard to learn to like myself. To learn to love myself. To accept—to be happy with—what I am.�?align="LEFT" lang="en-AU" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0.5cm;">There was a silence broken only by the distant clang of a tram and the muted rumble and growl of lorries on the main road.