This picture shows one of my last years trick-or-treating in costume. And I have no idea what prompted me to dress in drag. As an adult, I have no affinity for that. But I look a LOT like my mother in that getup.
I knew I was different.
After quickly learning the word "sissy," I also learned that it was BAD, and that it somehow applied to me.
I did everything I could to "butch up" and tried to cast aside anything girly or frilly.
This was kind of okay, as I loved trucks and cars, too.
So it wasn't hard to fake it.
I was uncoordinated and hated sports, so it was a struggle to "keep it in the closet." Fortunately, my straight brother was as uncoordinated and as unconventional as I was.
I loved "Wonder Woman," "Charlie's Angels" and "Three's Company." And ABBA. Mom had sussed me out, but we never admitted it to each other until I was 30.
I knew, however, I was gay by the time I was 14. And after having attributed my feelings to "envy" before that.
I found this picture embarrassing for years. But I like it now.