I was always surrounded by family, cousins, and neighborhood kids. We had a huge yard and we were always playing and horsing around. My Aunt Peggy (also pictured) was always using me as a live dress-up Barbie. She would parade me around in her clothes, my Grandma's purses, makeup, the whole 9 yards. I could have sent in quite a few pics.
|"Look at me MA, pink is not just for girls!|
Let the slumber party begin!"
In my family, the first born male has turned out to be gay for generations.
I am just one of many in our family. And that's some living proof, that being gay is hereditary.
As I look back at this picture, it brings a smile to my face. I had a great childhood, and I cannot complain. It takes me back to helping my Grandma bake and decorate wedding cakes, playing in her Avon makeup. And my Aunt Peggy is someone I've had an amazing relationship with until about 1993, when life got in the way - marriages, divorces, relocations, etc.
I knew something was different with me probably in Junior High. I always had "girlfriends" and loved to make out with them whenever I got a chance, but always pictured it was their brothers instead : )
I never did anything sexually until I got to college and had my first BF at the age of 20, and I've never looked back.