Bastian Karim & Gianni Gio – Sleepless Nights
I felt myself tossing and turning in bed, a bubble of unusually uncomfortable heat surrounding me, forcing beads of sweat to form on my forehead. When I finally woke up, I glanced at my alarm clock, which read ‘3:07 AM’ in a bright red. This has been happening more and more since my last visit to Padre Gio, this being my third sleepless night. I thought I had made peace with what we had done, but my mind seemed to have other ideas. I couldn’t help but wonder if what we had done was really against the teachings, and if so, why the priests were so willing to defile them. The gay guilt had been eating away at me before this, and ignoring that warning and allowing myself to explore further until I became involved in physical sin was something I struggled with.
