Everyone in Vinton marries their high school sweetheart. The small town tucked in Louisiana’s corner pocket has a population hovering just above 3,000. Marrying a classmate fresh out of high school is as expected as the train that whistles past the feed store every day at 3 p.m. I thought I was different. And I was. I was gay, and whether I sat in the pews of St. Joseph’s Catholic Church or on the bleachers of Vinton Middle School, being gay made me an abomination. And my family came from the