Get Out! GAY Magazine – Issue 328– August 9, 2017

David: I occasionally was a jealous person in
the beginning—not cute, possessive jealous,
but insecure, worrying jealous. It did cause
some problems between us that could have
possibly ended us. I didn’t think jealousy was
cute or a trait I wanted to have. I knew it was
something I wanted to change, and I didn’t
want to lose Jared. I realized that my jealousy
was really coming from my own insecurities.
Jared was really patient with me, and I learned
how to overcome it, which took, among other
things, gaining a lot of confidence in myself.
Going to see a therapist (which I’ve been
going to for years) is probably one of the
healthiest things I’ve ever done for myself.
And bringing this up to my therapist actually
helped me to have an understanding of
where that was coming from. I think everyone,
especially our in community, should go to
therapy. It helps in every aspect of your life.
Do you plan on getting married, or are you
already married?
Jared: We are not yet married, but we have
talked about it!
David: We will be getting married!
You must have interesting stories. What’s
your best or funniest?
David: It isn’t necessarily funny, but one of
our more memorable moments as a couple
happened when we were working for Cherry
in D.C. The three of us—Jared, Seth and I—
were in the bathroom, and we just looked at
each other and all started crying like little girls
and telling each other how much we love one
another and how happy we are as a family.
Jared: Too many! Quite a few that probably
shouldn’t go in print. A few years ago, Seth
and I were dancing for Independence Week
in P-town, and the day before the beach
party, I was riding my bike back to the house.
There was one hill that I had gone down
many times before with a near 90-degree
turn at the bottom. I was going down the hill
at maybe 15-20 mph, but what I didn’t know
was that it had just rained, and sand had
collected at the turn. I saw it too late and had
to choose between hitting a fence and flying
over into a field or skidding the bike into the
ground. I managed to keep my head up, but
bodysurfing asphalt took off more than a few
layers of skin from my hands, side and knees.
When I made it back to the house covered in
blood, all the go-go dancers jumped up from
dinner and helped me get cleaned up and
bandaged.