When Did You Know You Were Gay?
Was it your reaction to your first Judy Garland song? Vin Diesel movie? Weekend in Palm Springs?
I'll tell you how I knew. As a 12-year-old, I felt vaguely sexual and kept looking at bathing suited people in travel brochures in order to find a target for my feelings.
I strenuously tried to find the women in the brochures attractive, but the only gal who seemed even mildly alluring to me was the one with a chest flatter than a carving board, a lady who looked pretty much like a dude, actually.
The real men in their trunks, on the other hand, made me tumescent with delight, and I couldn't fight the feeling any more than I could stop finding myself at Liz and Dick movies at the local crash-and-burn cinema.
Just around then, a TV show called Tarzan was on the air, with studly Ron Ely swinging from a long vine in nothing but a loincloth cut well below the navel.
That did it! I knew I was a big old fudgepacker and there was no turning back from the chocolate factory.