Reece Scott

Mr. Scott smiled on a bright and sunny morning as he cooked himself and his young son Hunter breakfast. The fine and traditional good looks of Mr. Scott were enhanced by the fact that he stood in the middle of the kitchen, spatula in hand, in just his tighty-whities.

"I don’t know why I agreed, but we decided that it was best to not tell Hunter that I was gay until he was older. That meant that he didn’t have any reasonable idea why his mother and I split up and she made it seem like it was my choice to leave. It added emotional distance to the real physical distance between us."