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I came home from that experience and announced to my wife that I’d had sex with Michael and thatI’m gay. Explore the website to learn more about the film, its participants and the production team.

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We legally separated that August, and that November I began what was to be a seventeen-year live-in relationship with a man.

I lay there for what seemed like hours. That second haircut was spent mostly naked in bed with Michael, and I had my first experience topping a man. I not only had thoughts and desires, I had now succumbed to them.

I decided that I needed another haircut to see if this was a fluke.

On the surface, all seemed well, but underneath I was increasingly anxious and depressed.

It did get better.

 

Louis Moran, who grew up in Western New York and obtained his MSW in 1978 and worked a total of 44 years doing psychotherapy before retiring in 2013, came out to his wife and after an amicable divorce — went on to have four long term gay relationships, the last being with his husband of now ten years.

Our stylist, Michael, started cutting hair in his apartment. Sex was mostly perfunctory, obligatory, and rarely satisfying for me. They live in a cool 1954 midcentury home in Denver with their two rescue dogs Quinn and Cadet.

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Manscaping is the latest feature documentary by filmmaker Broderick Fox.

The film is now available globally after a 2-year film festival journey, including a rBest Documentary win at ReelQ Pittsburgh, the Uplift Award at the Geelong Pride Film Festival, a Best Documentary Jury Honorable Mention award at OUTShine Miami, a Best Documentary Honorable Mention by the University Film and Video Association, a Best Documentary Nomination at Merlinka Queer Film Fest, and a Festival Favorite pick at Cinema Diverse Palm Springs!

My first haircut in Michael’s apartment culminated in him seducing me and giving me a blowjob. At length I thought I just couldn’t have my wife, whom I loved, find me having bled to death on our bed with my severed penis next to me. Most of my immediate family had died fairly young, so I thought I had about 25 or thirty years left to live, and I would just walk this walk to the end.

We were now six years into the marriage, and my depression was really taking hold.

Indeed, seventeen years after our divorce, we went on a ten-day driving vacation in the Midwest and Southwest. I am now retired and happily married to a terrific guy. By the time I was 35, my life seemed like just a comfortable prison where I mostly worked and got on. (I have to admit, as a psychotherapist, that if a client had shared such thoughts I would have sought hospitalization.) One afternoon I decided it was time to act.

The context of my life and who I was determined to be in it seemed to offer no way out.

Around the same time, the hair salon my wife and I used was closed for remodeling. I obsessed about a biblical passage, Matthew 18:9: “If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out.” If I didn’t have a penis, I wouldn’t have to have obligatory and empty sex and I couldn’t be gay.

I took a pair of sharp shears up to our bedroom, undressed, and lay face up on the bed with the shears near my penis. It was amazing, but it left me even guiltier than before. My ex-wife and her family have remained friendly with me over the years.

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