I remember that was the year I finally was starting to understand my sexuality more.
I knew what it was called when you like the same gender as yourself. I knew I was gay. I also just figured Sam was too, just because what happened when we were eight.
I know it was a really young age to take that all in, I know a lot of people dont really take it in until the go through puberty, and at eight I really didnt take it all in. Instead I took it all in at eleven.
How could I not? I was a preteen. The pressure was starting.
When you're young you still have crushes. You still are pressured to think the opposite gender is cute. Your mother would tell you "well isnt she just cute, dont you think so?" And you'd say sure because you know its what they'd like to hear.
Your father would see you playing with a girl and he'd say "do you have a crush?" And you'd say 'ew no, I'm too young to like girls still', but really you'll never like girls.
You know because society sets you up to be heterosexual and deep down you'll have this twisting feeling in your gut that tells you that you dont think like everyone one else.
You know because when you look at your best friend, you think he's cute in every single way possible, besides in a platonic way.
I was 11 and I knew for sure that I wasnt into girls.
you might think I'm just rambling, but trust me when I say it have relevance to this next memory.