Born blond, I really wasn't satisfied with the color. So by the 5th grade,
I already had a bottle of Sun-In on hand during summer vacation.
In 6th grade in suburban Connecticut, I was much blonder and already the butt of gay jokes.
Funny thing is, I didn't even know I was gay. I was always trying to push the girls to the ground during recess, in an effort to kiss them.
By the 7th grade I'd moved to a bigger town, and met my first boyfriend Rod.
He taught me how to kiss.