Jeremy, age 9Coos Bay, OR (1989)
This picture of my brothers and I (I am the one on the far right, with the short shorts, and the mismatched Punky Brewster-esque socks) was taken in front on my father's store.
|"Hey wait, I thought gays were supposed to have a fashion sense!"|
Look at me, striking a pose!
This picture was taken right around the time I probably started having a primitive, pre-pubescent concept of myself as a homosexual. In hindsight, earlier clues were there: my collection of My Little Pony dolls I made my mother buy me, my Strawberry Shortcake obsession, and perhaps (on an earlier, Freudian level) my fond memories of the opening credits of "CHiPs".
But around 5th grade is when I first remember having crushes on boys at school. And I knew that boys were 'supposed to' have crushes on girls, so this was very confusing. But it was what it was.
Girls had cooties anyway.
Jeremy's first, famous-person same sex crush:
Wil Wheaton (Wesley Crusher on "Star Trek: TNG")