A Sampling
Feature Editor’s note: Borrowing on one of the most popular books in
gay bookstores, the gorgeous, funny and beautifully designed coffee table
book called When I Knew, we are asking some of our readers the same
question: When did you suspect, know or come out to yourself as gay?
Growing up there were little things that made me aware that I was
different, such as the Shaun Cassidy album I carried around with me
because I was so in love with him and we were going to get married. Then a
neighborhood kid asked my Mom, "Why is Greg always Batgirl when we
play?" Finally, in 6th grade, some kids started calling me
"faggot" and "queer."
I went home and looked the words up because I had no idea what they
meant. I’ll never forget that moment of self-discovery. "Wow, I
thought, I’m a homosexual." But it felt so right;
I never fought it, never denied it, never tried to change myself. Years
later I realized I was born this way for a reason.
Greg Maxwell, York, PA
Oh, I knew in college, because I really, really, really liked my
roommate, but I was a good little girl, so I didn’t think about it and I
got married, but when we’d watch dirty movies, I liked the girls better.
Then I knew.
Joan Glass, Rehoboth Beach
When I was fifteen, I watched Cabaret onthe family’s brand new
Betamax...about fifty times. My parents thought perhaps I had a crush on
Liza Minnelli. The truth is, I wanted to "be" Liza Minnelli.
Anonymous Show Queen, Washington, DC
I guess I knew really when I was five years old. I remember telling my
cousin, as I was crying, that I didn’t want to be gay. I finally
accepted it when I was about 17 when I was more interested in the new
Stephen Sondheim show than the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit edition.
John Zakibe, St. Louis, MO
My tendency to fall in love with leading ladies began in elementary
school. For reasons unknown to my seven-year-old self, Julie Andrews in
Mary Poppins made me blush uncontrollably. I did not name my feelings
until I was 21 years old, during rehearsal for the staff production of
Godspell at a YMCA camp. While waiting in the wings for my cue, I realized
I couldn’t take my eyes off the curvy soprano on stage. After she gave a
dirty look for perhaps staring a little too long, I began to slowly,
painstakingly put the pieces together: Straight women wanted to be that
girl with the fantastic voice. I, on the other hand, wanted to marry her.
I often tell people that it was a combination of show tunes and the YMCA
that made me a lesbian.
Kelley Oram, Millsboro, by way of Syracuse, NY
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