RAIN
"How old were you when you realized you loved boys?"
I am looking at the wide selection of makeup my mind rewiring itself with the vast choices I can pick up from.
"Since I was young," I respond to Day, who is going through the makeup section with me. "Pretty much about the time I started feeling my body shift and get sexual awakenings."
"Was it hard for you?"
I pause, a baby pink-colored lip gloss between my fingers. No one has ever asked me this, and I have to think … remember how I felt when I discovered that I was attracted to my best friend Dante and not the girls our age who were always around.
"I didn't think much of it. I thought it was normal." The memory of me kissing Dante's cheek and the other kids screaming and laughing at me is etched in my brain. They were all mocking me, making fun of me by calling me a weirdo and all I could do was run and hide.