|"The boy In the fuchsia robe"|
I don't remember much from this young age, but my Mom used to tell me stories about how they dressed me up in girl clothes, and put on make-up and pig tails and stuff.
I was cute! Hehehe.
My Mom owns a hair salon, so I was kind of like a little fun prop for a lot of her employees back then.
And since my house was a hair salon, I was surrounded by girls, like, all the time.
I guess I've always known I was gay. I always sat in the girl section in my school when I was in Kindergarten (my school had this thing where they split the class in two). And throughout elementary school, teachers liked to have boys and girls sit together, so the boys wouldn't get into trouble with each other