It was kindergarten that I first heard about it. Being gay, that is.
Not in those words though; "gay" was still a foreign sound... But age five was when I first knew I had the option to not be straight.
It was on they playground at recess one day, and a friend and I were standing up on the top of the playscape, watching and listening to all of the girls chase the boys in the class around and around and around.
"I'm not going to marry a boy." My friend said seriously, "I'll marry a girl instead."
"You can do that?" I asked incredulously. I had never heard of anything other than a relationship between a man in a woman.
"Yes."
And though I forgot that conversation for a while, I now know that I will never forget it. Because the journey, this long long journey of finding myself began with that.
And as we all know, it only takes a tiny spark to flare into a raging inferno...destroying everything in its path.
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