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Life is only what you wonder.

Monday, January 20, 2003

I'm Coming Out - Part 1
"Johnny, Are You Queer?"

"Queers wear dresses and make-up." Lisa said as we knelt on the carpet of her bedroom.

We were 10 years old and we were coloring in our coloring books, sharing her big box of 64-color Crayolas.

"They want to be girls." she added, selecting magenta from the box.

"Really?" I asked, wide-eyed.
She had called Billy down the street a "queer" when he had thrown a rock at us (that missed) and then ran away.

It was a hot summer day and sunlight beamed through her bedroom window. Her mother was downstairs watching As The World Turns at a high volume. We could hear every word.

At that time, I was a few years away from discovering my own sexuality. I had never heard the word "queer" before and I had asked her what it meant.

"Yeah." She nodded her head for emphasis. making her ponytail sway back and forth.
"My uncles a queer. We don't talk to him anymore."
She scribbled with her crayon, making a big mess out of Wonder Woman's outfit.

"Queers like to kiss other boys ---on the mouth!" She scrunched up her chubby little face in a disgusted expression.

My child's mind boggled.

"I'm tired of this!" she said suddenly, flinging down her crayon.
"Want to play with my Barbies?"


Part 2 will be Coming Soon.