I was 6-7 years old.
I told my parents I was different and I liked the same as me.
I told them I didn’t have time to worry if any one didn’t like me I had to much to do with my life.
My parents were very cool. My dad was astounded that I was so individualized and he got a kick out of it. My mom was like hmmm. My older brothers were cool as well as my younger sister. I’m the 3rd son and raised very well.
The year was like 1967-68.
I’m a 58 years young Gay Black American 2019.