“When my mom asked what I needed to say, I couldn’t find the words. As she held my head in her lap, I felt so vulnerable—like a young child. I knew that so much of my future was hanging on this moment, and that it was all so beyond my control. I remember hearing the tick of my mom’s watch against my left temple, and in the space between the seconds, I imagined what it would be like to be homeless and disowned. I wondered where I would go, or how, at age 17, I was going to make a living for myself. I felt the cold nights alone under the stars, and the emptiness in my stomach.” And then Davey Wavey came out to his mother.