Fernando, age 4
Mexico City, Mexico (1979)
Ever since I can remember, I knew I was different from other kids. I liked things other boys didn't like, such as playing with my cousin's dolls, and wearing my mom's sunglasses, heels or makeup. The other boys liked the things I hated, like playing soccer or getting G.I. Joe dolls for Christmas.
Looking back to my childhood, I feel very proud of the courage it took for me to stand up for what I believed in, and to dare to come out.
Especially considering the environment where I grew up: conservative and Catholic in upper-class Mexico city.
At the beginning, the process of coming out seemed hard and painful. Very close to impossible, actually. I felt as if I'd be the only homosexual my friends and family would ever have to deal with.
Pretty soon after I started the coming out process, I realized that wasn't the case. I had my friends' and family's support, but it took a little time.
And to my huge surprise, my three closest childhood friends turned out to be gay as well. No wonder we remained friends all those years!