Dad, I know you read Spout Off; this is my last resort to contact you. I'm sorry for everything I've done. I'm sorry that you can't accept your own son the way he is, and I'm sorry that you can't love me unless I conform to your way of life. I'm twenty years old now, and I think it's time you come to terms with the fact that this is who I am. You kicked me out, and disowned me, and you've cut off all contact between me and the family. I miss Mom, and I miss sleeping in my own bed; instead, I'm homeless. Please contact me via Facebook or something. I'm sorry I've disappointed you.