Believe it or not, I remember the moment captured in my photo. It was when I saw him, a dreamy teenage friend of our family. I didn’t feel gay or different at this moment, just in love. And I’m so glad I’m dressed quite handsomely in my tie, plaid vest, and penny loafers. I suppose it was around age five that I sensed I was different, as I heard my parents arguing about the clothes and toys my mother was buying me. Not to mention my constant desire to fly like Mary Poppins or the Flying Nun, which drove my father nuts. The ability to fly away, if even just in my imagination, helped me get through it all.
