Curveball: The Alabama Son They Never Saw Coming
If you were to search public records for the birth certificate of Joshua Tyson Cole, you wouldn’t find it. Not because I’m a con artist—no, simply a trans man whose home state makes it very difficult to update legal records. But mismatched paperwork can’t stop this recovering Southern gent from spreading the gay gospel like lovebugs on an S-10 Blazer windshield in late August.
Ever wonder what happens when a good little Southern Baptist discovers their gayness, joins the Army, almost gets arrested for the crime of having to pee, transitions gender, and falls madly in queer love while surviving their parents’ late-term abandonment? You’re about to find out.
If you were to search public records for the birth certificate of Joshua Tyson Cole, you wouldn’t find it. Not because I’m a con artist—no, simply a trans man whose home state makes it very difficult to update legal records. But mismatched paperwork can’t stop this recovering Southern gent from spreading the gay gospel like lovebugs on an S-10 Blazer windshield in late August.
Ever wonder what happens when a good little Southern Baptist discovers their gayness, joins the Army, almost gets arrested for the crime of having to pee, transitions gender, and falls madly in queer love while surviving their parents’ late-term abandonment? You’re about to find out.
If you were to search public records for the birth certificate of Joshua Tyson Cole, you wouldn’t find it. Not because I’m a con artist—no, simply a trans man whose home state makes it very difficult to update legal records. But mismatched paperwork can’t stop this recovering Southern gent from spreading the gay gospel like lovebugs on an S-10 Blazer windshield in late August.
Ever wonder what happens when a good little Southern Baptist discovers their gayness, joins the Army, almost gets arrested for the crime of having to pee, transitions gender, and falls madly in queer love while surviving their parents’ late-term abandonment? You’re about to find out.