Jose, age 3
Oaxaca, Mexico (1973)
I have very nice memories from this period in my life.
I was living with my grandparents, and they spoiled me rotten.
And there was a neighbor boy my age, who would pose with me in the same positions as in my uncle's adult magazines. We had no idea what we were doing, but all I know is that I wanted to!
I'm now in a 10-year relationship with three kitties, and I work as a nurse.
All LGBTQ kids should have happy memories. If not, make up for it later!
P.S. - I remember eating the head off that sugar doll as soon as we got home :)
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Chris
Chris, age 8
Grayling, Michigan (1998)
This picture really demonstrates what kind of kid I was - lively, goofy, and obviously gay.
I don't really crossdress at all now, but I remember when my family did this as a joke, I felt some part of it seemed right.
It was around this age that I first realized I was different. I was, at the very least, aware that I also liked guys.
Especially Tony, the cute boy in my 3rd grade music class.
However, I didn't come out until I moved out of my home and started college, a process which was well received by all.
Although, it took my parents a bit of time to come around.
Today, I live in Ann Arbor, MI with my wonderful partner of nearly two years, and study Art History at E. Michigan University.
For the kids out there reading this, I say:
Be yourselves, and when you are ready, make the leap.
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Grayling, Michigan (1998)
This picture really demonstrates what kind of kid I was - lively, goofy, and obviously gay.
I don't really crossdress at all now, but I remember when my family did this as a joke, I felt some part of it seemed right.
It was around this age that I first realized I was different. I was, at the very least, aware that I also liked guys.
Especially Tony, the cute boy in my 3rd grade music class.
However, I didn't come out until I moved out of my home and started college, a process which was well received by all.
Although, it took my parents a bit of time to come around.
Today, I live in Ann Arbor, MI with my wonderful partner of nearly two years, and study Art History at E. Michigan University.
For the kids out there reading this, I say:
Be yourselves, and when you are ready, make the leap.
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November 12, 2011
Bobby & Leticia
Bobby & Leticia (cousins), age 3
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (1993)
Bobby:
Growing up in a family that was all women, I quickly latched on to the one that was closest to me in age. I think I first realized I was gay around 3 or 4, but I didn't know it was called being gay. I always thought I was, then the dreams started. In my head I remember thinking, "Yep I'm gay." All I knew is that guys were what I liked. Girls were just my friends.
Leticia and I being born in the same family is no accident. I believe God knew that we would need each other. She was the first person I told I was gay, and the first to understand my fear. She has helped me through life and all its struggles.
When I told my mom I was gay this year, I was scared. But she still loves me.
Leticia:
I first realized I was different when I was 6, and a game of pretend house that lead to me kissing a girl. I think I knew something was going on with me, considering I was playing the husband. I have always just been one of the guys.
I told my mother when I was 14 and my dad when I was 20. It's been a long journey, but I feel that I'm lucky because I have had my cousin Bobby this whole time. We are now 22 and 21, and we talk every day with no boundaries.
I lucked out being raised with him, and I know that he feels the same for me.
My family loves me no matter what. I am accepted and that's all I ask for.
Both:
We are lucky to have each other, and a family that never stopped loving us.
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Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (1993)
Bobby:
Growing up in a family that was all women, I quickly latched on to the one that was closest to me in age. I think I first realized I was gay around 3 or 4, but I didn't know it was called being gay. I always thought I was, then the dreams started. In my head I remember thinking, "Yep I'm gay." All I knew is that guys were what I liked. Girls were just my friends.
Leticia and I being born in the same family is no accident. I believe God knew that we would need each other. She was the first person I told I was gay, and the first to understand my fear. She has helped me through life and all its struggles.
When I told my mom I was gay this year, I was scared. But she still loves me.
Leticia:
I first realized I was different when I was 6, and a game of pretend house that lead to me kissing a girl. I think I knew something was going on with me, considering I was playing the husband. I have always just been one of the guys.
I told my mother when I was 14 and my dad when I was 20. It's been a long journey, but I feel that I'm lucky because I have had my cousin Bobby this whole time. We are now 22 and 21, and we talk every day with no boundaries.
I lucked out being raised with him, and I know that he feels the same for me.
My family loves me no matter what. I am accepted and that's all I ask for.
Both:
We are lucky to have each other, and a family that never stopped loving us.
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November 09, 2011
Noah
Noah, age 4
Portland, Maine (1992)
Even though I didn't realize it until I was in my first year of college, my parents knew I was gay when I was 3-years old.
On Christmas Day of 1991, my parents got my sister a dress and got me a tuxedo.
I burst out crying when both gifts were opened, because I wanted a dress like my sister's.
They returned the tux and bought me a dress instead. And I wore that thing, and my pink jelly sandals, until they both were worn out.
As you can see, I was still wearing them both during summer 1992, as seen in my photo.
So after all the Barbie dolls, putting on my sister's clothing, and dressing up as a bride in a wedding, I finally realized I was gay 15 years later.
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Portland, Maine (1992)
Even though I didn't realize it until I was in my first year of college, my parents knew I was gay when I was 3-years old.
On Christmas Day of 1991, my parents got my sister a dress and got me a tuxedo.
I burst out crying when both gifts were opened, because I wanted a dress like my sister's.
They returned the tux and bought me a dress instead. And I wore that thing, and my pink jelly sandals, until they both were worn out.
As you can see, I was still wearing them both during summer 1992, as seen in my photo.
So after all the Barbie dolls, putting on my sister's clothing, and dressing up as a bride in a wedding, I finally realized I was gay 15 years later.
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