Tacoma, WA (1971)
From the earliest I can remember, I thought boys made more sense than girls. At this age, I remember running onto the lap of my favorite babysitter. He was a teen-aged boy, and he and his sisters watched us all the time. And, I kissed him.
He said, 'Dimitri, boys don’t kiss other boys.'
And I thought, 'Well, that’s dumb.'
|“Ready for my close up!”|
He was from Mexico and spoke very little English, but we managed just fine. :)
I always loved pretty things. I wanted to be creative in school and work with art. I would re-decorate my bedroom almost weekly, moving things around and changing the colors of the room depending on my blankets.
As I became a teenager, I was very much into the punk & new wave scene of the 80’s. I loved Boy George and Cyndi Lauper and often shaved the side of my head into diamonds and dyed the rest black. I still miss being able to play with my appearance like that!
As I look back on this picture, I thank God every day that I was raised by my mother who supported me, normalized my differences for me, and prepared me for the world that is STILL not ready for me. I came out at 12, went through my youth and puberty as a gay teen, and grew to manhood surrounded by the large gay community in Seattle.
Dimitri's first, famous-person same sex crush:
He was my first love. I had a t-shirt with his face on it and wore it proudly through most of the 4th grade!