Paul


Paul is a complex beast.  He is definitely an individual.  Not many people can deal with having a Master, a Daddy, Parents, a job and other facets of his own life.

Let's start at the beginning.  I was born on September 21, 1965 at Patuxant River NAS, Maryland. The son of Robert and Claire Bedard.  My journey in life started off on the wrong foot. The story of my birth can be found documented in the library of the hospital.  I was born officially a 6:24 am on a Tuesday morning, but the problems started 3 hours earlier.  By the time Mom and Dad got to the hospital I had entered the birth canal Breach... meaning feet first.  Even at that time I was a big boy,   9 lbs 8 oz. to be exact.  To say the least the birth was not easy on mom.  With the amount of pushing and muscle contractions that it took, I finally made my way to the world.  Spending so much time in the birth canal, I arrived blue from the lack of oxygen with a cone shaped head.  It took longer than expected to bring me around.  but they finally were able to get me to scream.

I spent time in the incubator under pure oxygen to clear the fluid from my lungs and allow my head to reform to it's normal state.  After my sisters birth five years earlier, mom and dad were told that there would never be another.  I was a surprise and accident all in one.

Growing up with an older sister, and a father that was in the Navy was never easy.  I grew up being called a mama's boy.  Today I am honored to say that I am a Moma's boy!  I'm independent, self sufficient and don't need to rely on anyone for anything and am proud of that fact!  With dad being gone so much I leaned on mom for support and nurturing.  I barely had a father figure in my life, he was gonna over 6 months every year on deployment, the rest of the time he spent with work buddies, not with his son.  I spent my time left alone to amuse myself.  During this time I began my quest of service.  Mom taught me how to do so many things; Laundry, cooking, sewing, decorating, table setting, manners and so many other things that make me... me.

High school was a rough time in my life. While being partially incontinent and overweight, I spent most of my four years being bullied and ignored.  I excelled at most of my classes and graduated eleventh in my class of 84...  My junior year was a major turning point in who I was...  I was pretending to be the good, catholic, straight boy... but no more.  During a theater group overnight work session I had my first gay encounter... it was amazing... and I never turned back... I finally filled in the blank and came to terms with the fact that I was gay.  When mom found a letter (yes, back then we pen paled through the Advocate magazine... we didn't have the social media of today!)  I had written to a guy in Seal Harbor, Maine.  It was done, I was out and that would never change.  Mom's reply to the letter and my actually saying it was "about time you figured it out!",  she had known early on.  Since that day she has been nothing but accepting and supporting.  This proved itself when I joined the Maine Gay Men's Chorus.  Mom joined as Volunteer Coordinator and became the chorus "Mom"!

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