I think this picture is funny because I’m so excited about my pink Easter basket—much more excited than my younger sister Denise. Growing up in a small town in Indiana, I always knew I was different from other boys. I had a very high voice all through puberty, and I was so androgynous that it was hard for people to tell whether I was a boy or a girl. I remember having a huge crush on my swimming instructor. All through grade school, I much preferred playing with the girls on the playground instead of anything involving a ball. I was a boy soprano until eighth grade, then an alto as a freshman.
Today, my wonderful family accepts my partner and me. They are fundamental Christians who will never approve of me being gay, but they do accept and love me. Most of the people you’re afraid to tell that you’re gay already know. They’re just waiting for you to be comfortable enough with yourself to approach them with it. It’s generally not a surprise to anyone. It’s okay to wait until you’re comfortable to have a conversation about it. Move at your own pace.