It wasn’t until about 6th grade that I realized those kids who called me gay for years might be onto something. (Really, I was the funniest little kid ever.) At the end of the day, my little heart knew that no matter what I was being called, or what they said, I was the class clown and everyone (for the most part) loved me. Still do.) At that age, I don’t think I realized what it really meant, I just knew those kids were being mean. different? Kids in school would call me “gay” or “girlie” because I hung out with girls and didn’t like to play rough. This wasn’t necessarily when I realized “I like boys” but it was when it was brought to my attention that I was. The earliest memory of “being gay” starts in about 3rd grade or so.

1/2 of Sergio and I thought we should share our stories with you of how we came out.