Blog Entry 1: When I Knew I Was GayI get the same question all the time. “When did you know when you were gay?” Aside from the obvious sarcastic response to such a query—”When did you know you were straight?” And aside from the obvious further probing of the asker—”Well, what do you mean? When did I know? Or when did I accept it?”
Fine hairs.
I knew, accepted, whatever…that I was gay when I was standing in the little dressing room just off the altar at St. Alfonso Catholic Church in Summitville, PA at approximately 12:30 P.M. on a hot and humid July afternoon. I was wearing a white tuxedo jacket, white shirt, black tie and cummerbund, and black tuxedo slacks. My black patent leather shoes were buffed to a high gloss. My dark brown hair had just been cut and not a single strand was out of
