By Guest Blogger, Adrienne Mosse
So there I was lying in my crib, a newborn in the hospital, just hangin’ out with the other newborns in the nursery, and something just didn’t feel right. I knew I was different from all the others, but I just couldn’t pinpoint what it was… Okay, I didn’t quite know THAT young, but I may as well have.
I was never really “on the fence” about being gay, but I was on the fence about what to do with that information, and how to deal with it. It was pretty easy to ignore for the first 13 or 14 years of my life. I was just the little girl wearing the brown sweater and slacks (as we called them back then) in the class pictures, when all the other girls were in their dresses and party shoes.
As I got older, it became a bit more difficult to ignore the fact that I wasn’t all that interested in the same things my friends were interested in, namely; boys, make-up, hair and those sun reflectors everyone used back in the 80s.