I’m here on the right with my BFF, Cheryl. We’re snuggled up together, and we used to hug and kiss every time we met. At our age in that era, people thought it was cute, but I really loved her. I asked my folks if we could adopt her, even though she had her own parents. In the 1950s, no one used the word gay yet, and I had no idea what a homosexual was. But I knew my love for Cheryl felt wonderful.
